Chapitre 64: The Abyss of Despair - One (I)

Death, death, death, death.

Visible to the naked eye, despair that nearly shattered Seraphina.

"Why..."

The trembling girl trudged through the thick snow, the cold from her skin and muscles was nothing compared to the despair that spread from her soul.

She looked at both ends of the road, the scattered ice corpses silently narrated the great terror and despair of the past three days.

"Why, why didn't you stay at home... why did you run out."

Seraphina walked forward in a daze, those statues covered in frost, their expressions frozen, were like works of art gifted to the world by the god of death, perfect creations carved by the master of despair himself.

Look, the hope, fear, desire for life, the search for hope and salvation in the last moments before life was frozen, the expression of firm belief in redemption, and the contrast with the final outcome... how ironic.