The world has shifted.
The war is finally over, the Eradicators vanished, and yet it feels like the weight of the world is just beginning to become heavier. The cheers from everybody outside the house echo in the distance, removed from the deaths witnessed here.
I ball my fists.
Ignis is gone. Justus is gone. And so many others, people I never even knew, lay scattered across the land like forgotten memories. They all fought for the survival of humanity, yet they get nothing in return. Those heroes won't be able to reap the rewards for being so selfless. The loss is beyond suffocating for me.
