章 40: Cecilia Dalma

The grand hall was shrouded in sombre silence, the heavy atmosphere reflecting the grief that hung in the air. Villagers, their faces etched with sorrow, gathered to mourn the tragic loss of four cherished members of their community. The grand platform at the front held four coffins, each bearing the weight of a life prematurely extinguished. Families encircled the caskets, tears streaming down their faces as they clung to one another for solace.

Amid the mourners sat Fray, a stoic figure amidst the sea of sorrow. His eyes, however, betrayed a simmering rage beneath the composed exterior. The bastards who orchestrated this tragedy had callously taken lives that were dear to these grieving families.