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The atmosphere in the Heavenly’s castle was a stark contrast to the despair that had unfolded at the lake.
Eren, Manda, and Rishi were gathered in the grand hall, engaged in a lively discussion about the upcoming party to commemorate the restoration of the Crimsons.
Their voices were filled with excitement and anticipation, their gestures animated as they talked about the preparations and the expected festivities.
Rishi: “It’s going to be an incredible event! The Crimsons have finally been killed, and we’ll be celebrating in style!”
Manda: “I can’t wait to see everyone there. It’s been too long since we had a proper gathering.”
Rishi: “And the decorations are going to be spectacular. The restoration of the Crimsons deserves a celebration like no other.”
Eren: shut up, freaky.
Their conversation was abruptly interrupted when they heard the heavy, echoing footsteps of Mike, Ace, and Yuki entering the castle.
The trio appeared at the entrance, their faces etched with profound grief and exhaustion.
The stark contrast between their appearance and the vibrant anticipation in the hall was immediately noticeable.
Eren’s eyes widened in surprise as he saw them. He quickly turned to Manda and Rishi, a look of concern replacing his earlier excitement.
Eren: “What’s wrong?"
"Where’s Alan?”
Manda: “You all look..."
"devastated.”
Eren: “Is something the matter?”
Mike, unable to hold back the crushing weight of their loss, took a deep breath, his voice breaking as he prepared to speak.
His eyes were red, and tears streaked his face, which was marked by the physical and emotional toll of the battle.
Mike: “Alan... Alan’s dead.”
The room fell silent as Mike’s words sank in. Eren, Manda, and Rishi stared in shock, their faces paling as they processed the devastating news.
The lively atmosphere of the hall seemed to freeze, the impending celebration now overshadowed by the grim reality of Alan’s death.
Eren: “No... It can’t be.”
Manda: “What happened? How... how did this happen?”
Rishi: “You’re not making any sense. Alan was supposed to be...”
Ace, standing beside Mike, nodded in solemn agreement, his own tears adding to the gravity of the situation.
Ace: “We tried to stop them, but it was too late. Muzan and Greymor... they took Alan. They tied him up and...”
The weight of the news hit everyone hard. The air was thick with grief as the trio’s words painted a picture of the tragic events that had unfolded.
The castle, once a beacon of hope and joy, now seemed to echo with the sorrow of their loss.
Eren, struggling to come to terms with the news, felt his heart sink. He took a step closer to Mike, his voice trembling.
Eren: "Alan... wasn't he..a strong boy?"
"How could this have happened?”
Manda, her eyes brimming with tears, reached out to comfort Mike and Ace. Her voice was soft but filled with compassion.
Manda: “I’m so sorry. This is... this is unimaginable.”
Rishi, usually composed, looked utterly defeated.
He sank into a nearby chair, his gaze distant as he tried to process the gravity of the situation.
Rishi: "damn."
The room was enveloped in a heavy silence, the once vibrant hall now a place of mourning.
The preparations for the celebration seemed meaningless in the face of such profound loss.
The trio’s arrival had not only brought news of tragedy but had also cast a long shadow over the future of the Heavenly’s and their plans.
Eren, his eyes determined despite the sorrow, looked at Mike, Ace, and Yuki.
Eren: “We need to do something."
"We can’t let this stand.”
Manda: yes.
Ace, still trying to come to terms with the loss, nodded.
The scene transitions to a starkly different setting from the Heavenly’s castle.
The landscape is barren and desolate, a vast expanse of sand stretching endlessly under the harsh, unforgiving sun.
Moon, Kartik, Jack, and Hakai trudged through the sand, their bodies battered and exhausted from their recent ordeal.
The weight of their injuries and the sheer exhaustion from their escape were evident in their slow, labored movements.
Kartik, his voice hoarse and worn, broke the silence.
Kartik: “It seems like Alan... he might have died.”
Moon, her face etched with both physical and emotional fatigue, nodded in agreement.
Her eyes, though tired, reflected a deep sadness.
Moon: "thank god."
Hakai, ever the enigma with a grim expression, looked ahead, his voice tinged with a mixture of confusion and resignation.
Hakai: “I have no idea how that monster died. It’s all been so chaotic.”
The three of them continued their slow journey through the sand, the weight of their conversation hanging heavily in the air.
Their injuries and exhaustion were a testament to the fierce battles they had faced, and the death of Alan,
Jack, who had been silent, finally spoke, though his voice was barely a whisper.
His body was filled with lot of injuries and blood.
His bandages that was attached on his handless arms are still.
Jack: “We need to keep moving."
'There’s nothing we can do about it now.”
The group pressed on, their steps slow but steady, each of them lost in their own thoughts.
The sun beat down mercilessly, casting long shadows in the sand. The silence between them was thick with unspoken grief and the heavy realization of their losses.
As the sun began to set, casting an orange hue across the desolate landscape, their figures became silhouettes against the fading light.
Chapter End.
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