Reborn as a Snake! (2.) [COMPLETED]

(109). - The Day of The Departed.

                  With the fight over and Flin gone, Wezrall moved back over to his friends, where Frindel had finished healing me for the most part. All of the heavy damage I had taken was mostly healed - although, I still felt a bit exhausted as I had only around 10, 9% of my maximum Magical Energy remaining. I most definitely did not have enough to spare in order to continue the battle against the Death Tyrant — that's for sure.

<Wezrall>;
"Are you alright my Lord?"

Wezrall asked, walking up to me and helping me stand up. Frindel also got up after me as I simply laughed a bit.

"I'm fine for the most part now. Just a bit exhausted due to my magical energy being low."

I replied, before looking over at Arabor and Irrna, who both were at the Death Tyrant, who was now laying on the ground — the miasma from his body flooding out into the air in incredible amounts.

Me, Wezrall, Frindel and Vien all walked over, joining Arabors side, who was standing a bit further away from the Death Tyrant and Irrna. Getting a look at it from closer, I could see Irrna hunched over the Death Tyrant, very clearly mourning the being that was once her lover.

<Irrna>;
"...I'm so sorry my dear Cefril... I couldn't protect you even after your death."

She mumbled to herself, as she continued to shed tears over the slowly fading body.

<Wezrall>;
"Of course... Flins power must have been keeping the Death Tyrant in existence. Since Flin is gone from the area, there is nothing keeping it together."

Wezrall commented as we walked over.

It was a rather sad sight to see — I may not have known Irrna or even Cefril at all, but I had enough of an understanding about them to know how hard this must be for her.

Seeing someone you love pass and die years ago and then return to life as a monster, only to die without peace again... That's quite a terrible event.

<Frindel>;
"It is a sad sight indeed. Such a shame that the Primal Dragon of Souls isn't here — he'd be able to allow that poor mortal soul pass on peacefully, but since he isn't here... That soul will only know anguish after disappearing."

<Arabor>;
"Indeed. It is a sad, but unavoidable truth."

Arabor and Frindel discussed, while I continued to lean onto Wezrall for support. There was this strange feeling inside of me — almost like an urge to move over and help, even if I know that I can't. I stood still for a moment, before thinking about what Frindel said again.

'He'd be able to allow that poor mortal soul pass on peacefully'....Something about that sentence made me feel a bit strange.

I looked down at my left hand, before squeezing it into a fist — recalling what the Watcher had told me. I have defied fate multiple times and there is a section in my future that is completely blank... Could this...

Hm....
I exhaled, before letting go of Wezrall and moving slowly over to Irrna and the fading Death Tyrant, with everyone else watching me confused.

<Wezrall>;
"My Lord?"

Wezrall asked, with Vien looked around a bit confused while Frindel and Arabor both looked at me carefully with curious and intrigued gazes. As I walked over to Irrna, I kneeled down next to her, before lightly pulling her back.

The Elven Maiden looked at me with teary eyes as I smiled lightly, before lowering my head a bit.

"Allow me to take care of this."