blueteamnovel 869. Rest Well My Precious Moons
869. Rest Well My Precious Moons
869. Rest Well My Precious Moons
Where the Ateliers buried their own out of obligation and tradition, the Nexus mourned the fallen Moons and Aspiring Moons out of genuine grief.
The Floor of Amalgamation was silent. News of the deceased Moons marred what should have been smiles as the Moons, Aspiring Moons and the Amalgam’s group returned to the Floor of Amalgamation.
Hundreds of Healers crowded the entrance with worried eyes. A wave of relief washed over them when they saw the faces of friends walking through the gates. However, there were Healers who began to shake as they tried to find someone amongst the crowd.
Then, they stumbled forward, pushing through the crowd as coffins carrying the bodies of the fallen Moons and Aspiring Moons were carried through the gate. Grief-stricken Healers trembled in place as tears rolled down their faces.
Denial filled their bulging eyes, followed by sorrow, and finally – acceptance.
3 Moons and 8 Aspiring Moons were killed during the war. The amount in any other context would have caused people to scoff at the number. But these Moons were like children to Frost in a way. The Healers knew every Moon by name.
But the ones who cried for them were Healers who were more than just their neighbors or friends.
They were lovers or would be lovers.
“I’m sorry.”
Frost approached these Healers and gently embraced each of them and issued a heartfelt apology. Jury joined her as she took the hands of the anguished Healers and brought them into the march.
“My Moons fought for more than just the Nexus. They fought to protect our home. Come... We’ll let our heroes rest here. This is their home, after all.” Frost monologued as hundreds of Healers and dozens of Moons followed them into the seemingly infinite flower fields.
It spanned from their cozy town to the distant mountains.
Michaela and Ilya watched from a short distance whilst Cer observed from a small hill afar. She sat slightly behind the mound, making her look much smaller than she actually was. The flowers also hid the color of her hair as she silently watched the funeral procession.
Her sisters noticed her and slowly began making their way towards the lonely wolf.
In the meantime, Frost tried to console the Healers with her tail.
“Only from our minds, not their existence.” Nav clarified. “But the question will be if it translates to the Collective Unconsciousness. I hypothesize that this power actually interacts with the Collective Unconsciousness.”
But it utilizes the Nexus as a way to gain access to it, huh? Or... I don’t know. Still, this is a good power. I can see it being amazing for therapy, but the question is if there’s a chance for that memory to return. The Blue Dahlia was able to recover her memories.
“It says it’s permanent. Therefore, memories erased will be unrecoverable.”
It was a lot of power to wield, arguably even more than the Gift From A Star she received from Mort Toll. It felt closer to what could easily be a power of a Paradise Lost Corrupted or a Star.
It took Lethe to drink an entire River to gain this power. Rivers... they come directly from outside our world, just like Stars, huh.
Frost contemplated on what else she could use this power for. But her train of thought suddenly derailed. She noticed a small flash of red in the corner of her eye. Red, glistening strands appeared on the heads of the Healers as they gazed into the coffins with clenched teeth.
“I won’t forgive them...” One of the Healers vowed, the innocent veil disappearing as strands of her hair turned red.
Sanguine Dove
< Healer? >
Soul Rank: X | Affiliation: The Head
LEVEL : X ORIGIN : Human
HP : 25,000
ATT : UnknownMAG ATT : UnknownATT DEF : 2,500 MAG DEF : 2,500
MP : 30,000
RESIST : 35 AGI : 12
Likewise, her blue eyes carried a hint of red.
It was like looking at a cloud of blood spreading through water. The innocence that once defined them broke down and gave way to a flood of wrath. A new type of Healer was born before Frost’s eyes, and she knew straight away that these Healers would be worse than the Fractured Doves (Black Wings).