"Haco, do you know what I should do? Or, why they are here?" Iris glanced at those warriors, who were seemingly waiting for her to do something. She was afraid to look at them, because she was scared that she might find the faces that she was fond of.
Knowing Ethan, Jace and Hanna were not among them was already enough for her, though it didn't make her less heartbroken and mournful to see some of the warriors she knew.
"From what I know, the first Serafim used to offer them comfort," Haco said.
"Comfort? How can I do that?"
Haco shook his head. "I don't know, Iris. I have been away from the Holy Kingdom for five decades."
On the other hand, Oliver and Eron were trying to catch up with the conversation, though it only confused them further, considering all the things that were being said.
