"Many lives were lost in this tragic event. Family, Friend, we all lost people who are dear to us, but they are now on their way to meet with the Goddess Letza—"
Two weeks after the Invasion of the Gargankong, the fifth mass burial was held west of Sector 24, and it was led by a daemon no bigger than a three-year-old child.
It was of course none other than Lilith who stood atop the stage. By her side was a woman, one with golden hair. It was none other than Sylva. The second eye-candy present.
Lilith was given the chance to speak before a sea of grieving people to deliver a heartfelt a eulogy.
"---the heavens does not discriminate. From young to old. Rich and Poor. Only a person's character does. To us who have been left behind we are to celebrate th—"
She offered a prayer to those who have fallen victim to the Flood. Saying words she vaguely believed, like the dead going to a paradise, knowing they would be sent down to Hell to be cleansed and be reborn.
