In front of the vast, smoke-laden river, Zaelek stood in silence.
The shifting grey currents flowed like a living entity beneath him. He looked down at the book in his hands, which felt heavier than it ever had before.
This wasn't even his to begin with, but somehow, it felt like a responsibility that he had to carry through.
Akira Kanbe.
The name slowly disappeared, leaving behind no trace of its existence.
And just like that, the final responsibility was also over...
Now, there was truely nothing keeping him anchored to this world as a Grim Reaper.
Akira looked on, not realizing how significant the moment was as he asked, "Why do you look so sad?"
Zaelek's eyes immediately looked back at the man and he almost let out a small chuckle, realizing that there was still one last promise that he must uphold.
Without saying anything, the man stepped forward onto the small wooden boat that looked barely capable of holding up his weight.
