The morning came with a pale, cold light that bathed the ruins of the outskirts. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional wails of the survivors. For Kaden, the world had lost all sound. He moved like a phantom through the devastation, his body numb, his thoughts clouded by the weight of what needed to be done.
He stood over Lira's remains, staring at her unrecognizable form. The golden strands of her hair caught the light, a haunting reminder of who she once was. His hands trembled as he crouched beside her, his fingers brushing against the blood-soaked earth.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking. "I'm so… sorry."
The words felt hollow, meaningless. What good was an apology to someone who would never hear it?
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