They knew that no one could predict whom they would be losing next in this war, but it still pained them to see how the people on their side leave, one by one.
The demise of the fae wouldn't be the last one that they had to face, there would be dozens, hundreds or maybe thousands deaths that they would have to encounter in the future.
Everyone in this room knew that, thus when Kace stood up and covered Purple's body with a white blanket, Belinda and Sapphire wiped their tears roughly, trying their best to calm themselves down.
Meanwhile, the phoenix soared to the sky through the open window and let out a heartbreaking cry, as if the mythical bird wanted everyone to know that it just lost the fae.
The phoenix kept circling in the air, while flapping its beautiful wings agitatedly.
