FIRST STEP AS A DEMIGODDESS
"Rikkun! Rikkun! Rikkun!"
My jaws tremble as I cried the name of my lover out loud. I cradled him to my chest and gently shook him, over and over, but there is no response. I caressed his head tight because I refused to look at him at his current state. His breathing is no more. His pulse is zero. I could no longer sense any prana left in him.
He's…
Rikkun is…
"Dead," Helena muttered. "Alaric Eisenhower is dead. It's a miracle that even he is able to stand up until the end. He fought for so long against me, who has the power of the six Gods."
I ignored her as I continue to shake Rikkun's body, hoping for a miracle. "Rikkun, please wake up! Rikkun! Rikkun!"
My tears fell down to his burnt blonde hair. There's no response.
There's no response at all.
He's… dead.
…
But there is still something I can do. I can sing the <Song of Time> so that everything will be reset. I have been doing this for seven million times! I've gotten used to it.