Farewell To The Humanity

At the shore of Big Wave Bay, Alvin stood still as a rock, staring at the charred ground before him. The cremation fire had long since burned out.

Behind him, Elara, Vanessa, and a newly kidnapped monk stood in silence. The monk bore a listless look, as if someone had drained the very soul from his body.

Vanessa stepped forward, passing Alvin a ceramic urn before conjuring a new one from the sand and mud beneath them.

With trembling hands, Alvin crouched. The monk joined him, holding an urn of his own. Together, they picked up wooden sticks, using them as makeshift chopsticks. Bone by bone, they lifted the remains from the ground and placed them into the vessels with painstaking care.

"Namu Amida Butsu," the monk muttered—a prayer devoid of true devotion—before passing the urn to Alvin. Alvin clutched both urns to his chest, his grip firm yet reverent.

...

They moved toward three small stone graves beyond the shoreline, each adorned with wooden tablets inscribed in elegant calligraphy:

Aizawa Matsuoka

Aizawa Ryu

And lastly,

Aizawa Rin.

Though Rin had left behind no remains, Alvin had carved a space and an empty urn for her as well. A single resting place for the family he had lost.

He knelt before each grave, gently placing the urns into the earth. The monk struck a kane three times, its chime reverberating through the air, summoning spirits to their final home.

Alvin pressed his forehead to the old man's grave, whispering words only he could hear.

...

"When do we leave?" Alvin broke the silence after a few moments.

"Do you need more time with them?" Elara asked softly. "We're in no rush."

But to her surprise, Alvin shook his head. "I've already said my goodbyes." His gaze swept across the towering peaks and the serene ocean beyond. "It's time I bid farewell to this world, too."

Elara studied him for a long moment before turning to Vanessa. Vanessa gave a slight bow. "I will handle everything."

Elara then approached the monk, whispering a few words. He swayed slightly, nodding in absent agreement. Moments later, Vanessa waved her hand, and the monk vanished.

She returned without a word, leading them toward a wide, desolate beach.

Before them stretched the endless sea, shimmering under the moonlight like liquid silver. Mountains framed either side, making it feel as though they stood at the edge of the world itself.

"Prakasha!" Vanessa's voice rang out, sharp and commanding.

Alvin's breath caught as the air before them rippled, like a drop of water disturbing a still lake.

A moment ago, there had been only the vast ocean. Now, a massive aircraft hovered just above the water's surface, defying gravity with effortless grace. It resembled something ripped straight from a sci-fi movie—an advanced jet with sleek, futuristic designs and a circular ring connecting both wings to its tail. Jet-black metal panels gleamed under the moonlight, seamless and windowless.

With a wave of Vanessa's hand, a section of the jet detached, smoothly unfolding into a staircase. Elara turned back, smiling at Alvin's stunned expression. "Come on. Don't just stand there looking dumb."

Vanessa added with a hint of barely noticeable disdain and pride. "Human technology still has a long way to go. The supernatural world's advancements may look light-years ahead, but the reality is quite different."

Alvin narrowed his eyes. "How so?"

"Because everything you see—" Vanessa gestured to the aircraft, her lips curling into a pronounced smile, "—is created with magic."

She continued toward the jet without another glance. Alvin, intrigued despite himself, followed without hesitation.

As they stepped inside, the interior illuminated on its own, dispelling the darkness. What Alvin saw next left him stunned for a moment.

The inside was impossibly vast—far larger than the jet's own size.

A warm current of air wrapped around them, instantly drying their damp clothes.

It was, in every sense of the word, MAGIC!

Alvin closed his eyes, savoring the warmth enveloping his body. Elara watched him with a small smile before walking toward a set of reclining seats along the side. The jet's interior was far more spacious than its exterior suggested—comparable in size to the grand dining hall of Fugetsu.

Unlike conventional aircraft, this jet was divided into three distinct compartments. The first was the cockpit, but instead of an enclosed space with windows, buttons, and an array of mechanical controls, it featured a sleek, inverted U-shaped table covered in transparent screens. 

Two luxurious chairs faced the console, designed more for comfort than necessity.

Vanessa strode toward the cockpit and placed her hand on one of the blank screens. The moment her palm touched the surface, a golden energy pulsed through the jet, making the entire structure hum to life. 

The black metal panels lining the walls began shifting, flipping one by one from the cockpit to the rear of the plane.

In an instant, the pitch-black walls became entirely transparent.

Alvin's stability faltered, and his breath hitched. For a moment, his mind struggled to comprehend the illusion before him—he was standing in what seemed like empty air and he could see the vast ocean stretching endlessly right below him. 

It gave him a feeling that he might plunge into the waves at any moment.

"This..." he exhaled in disbelief, his voice barely above a whisper.

But his astonishment did not end there. The cockpit, once minimalistic, was now covered with an array of controls and screens filled with complex and intricate runic letters and glowing diagrams. 

Various gears and levers resembling a futuristic pilot's console appeared out of nowhere.

Sensing his stunned gaze, Vanessa turned and smiled. "Take a seat—we're taking off soon."

Without waiting for a response, she refocused on the controls, moving with the practiced ease of a seasoned pilot.

Alvin swallowed hard, still trying to get used to the feeling of standing in the air on an platform. Thankfully there was a faint golden glow that outlined the edges of the jet's interior, giving him a sense of structure, the illusion of transparency had deeply unsettled him.

"You'll get used to it with time,"