Kyr sat in an empty room surrounded by darkness. His head was down while both his hands is press on his forehead.

"Everyone's gone."

He quietly whispered. His voice sounding hollow and empty.

'Why?'

He stared at the dilapidated scroll. The only thing that was left. He wanted to die to go to them but he made a promise to carry on living.

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"But it's so hard."

He whispered while biting his lips hard enough to make it bleed. He clutches his arms hard, grasping so hard that his fingers turned white.

His dead eyes never left the scroll on top of the table. The moon was the only light illuminating the room.

Every breath that he exhaled produces a cold smoke. But he felt numb and he felt nothing.

The scroll of banishment. A divine item. The only thing that his power is unable to duplicate. He looked around the four walls of the room, remembering the joy and the energy it used to contain.

He didn't realise that everything would be snatched away by the hands of death with a snap of a finger.

Kyr knows he can't stay here. He doesn't know where this scroll will lead him to but hopefully somewhere where he could start over.

He made a promise.