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Inside the dimly lit halls of the Heavenlys’ castle, silence reigned. The grand fortress that had once echoed with laughter and lively conversations now felt hollow, like a tomb housing the grief of the warriors who remained.
The massive, ornate windows, which once allowed sunlight to pour into the rooms, were now covered by dark, heavy curtains. The defeat still hung in the air, suffocating and relentless.
In the main hall, Mike, Ace, and Yuki sat together, their eyes reflecting the deep sorrow and exhaustion they felt. Their wounds were bandaged, but the pain of their losses stung deeper than any physical injury. The weight of defeat lay on their shoulders like a heavy shroud.
The doors creaked open, and Manda and Eren strode in. They were the strongest of the Heavenlys, still vibrant and full of life, yet their faces were contorted in frustration and anger. Eren’s fists were clenched, and Manda’s eyes burned with a mixture of sadness and fury. Behind them, Rishi, usually calm, appeared somber, his arms folded tightly as if to hold himself together.
Eren: “Why? Why didn’t you call us?”
His voice boomed, breaking the silence.
“We could’ve helped! We were right here, ready for battle!”
Manda, standing beside him, nodded vigorously.
His eyes were sharp, accusing.
“This shouldn’t have happened. Alan’s gone… and now we’ve lost two wars! If you had called us—if we had been there—maybe things wouldn’t have turned out like this!”
Mike, head lowered, couldn’t bring himself to meet their eyes.
He felt the guilt gnawing at him, the shame of their defeat wrapping around him like chains.
The image of Alan’s death still haunted him, and the thought of dragging more friends into that nightmare was unbearable.
Ace, sitting beside him, sighed heavily.
“We didn’t know it would happen like this. We thought we could handle it, but… Muzan’s forces were too strong. Even if you two had been there…”
Yuki spoke next, his voice barely above a whisper.
“We didn’t want to risk more lives. We’ve lost so many already. Alan—” His voice cracked, and she stopped, swallowing the lump in his throat.
But Manda wasn’t willing to accept that.
He slammed his fist onto the table in front of them, his fiery temper flaring.
“Risking lives? We’re warriors! That’s what we do! Alan gave everything, and you let him die without a proper fight!”
The room fell into an awkward silence. Mike finally lifted his head, tears glistening in his eyes.
“We didn’t let him die, Manda. Alan was family to us. We fought with everything we had, but we couldn’t stop them… we just couldn’t.”
Eren paced around the room, his hands running through his hair in frustration.
“Muzan… that bastard. He’s mocking us. His entire army mocks us, and we’ve become a laughingstock! How long until the entire realm turns against us, thinking we’re weak?”
Rishi finally spoke, his voice calm but weighted with seriousness.
“This castle used to be a beacon of strength, but now all I see are shadows. I can feel it… the energy here is fading. Our people are losing hope.”
Mike clenched his fists, the pressure in his chest growing.
“I know… I know all of this. I feel it too. We lost Alan, we lost two wars, and we’re on the brink of losing everything. But we can’t keep pointing fingers at each other. If we fall apart now, Muzan will win without even lifting his sword again.”
Manda crossed her arms, still fuming. “You’re right, but I’m not going to just sit here. Next time, you better call us. We won’t stand by while everything crumbles around us.”
Yuki, her eyes red from held-back tears, nodded.
“We need to regroup. Find our strength again. But I agree… we should’ve fought together.”
Eren stopped pacing and turned to face the others.
“From now on, we face them united. No more holding back. We strike them with everything we’ve got.”
As they spoke, the air in the room felt a little lighter. The tension was still thick, but a sense of determination slowly began to seep in. The Heavenlys were down, but they weren’t broken—not yet.
Just then, a knock came at the door. One of the castle’s guards entered, his face pale with worry.
“Muzan’s army… they’re spreading rumors about us, mocking the Heavenlys, saying we’ve become weak and pitiful.”
The words hung in the air like poison, making everyone’s stomachs churn. Eren’s face darkened, and Manda gritted her teeth.
Rishi: “Let them talk. Words don’t win wars. We’ll respond with action.”
But Mike couldn’t shake the feeling of hopelessness. The world was watching, and the Heavenlys were under scrutiny. How could they rise from the ashes when the entire realm thought they had already been defeated?
The conversation dwindled as each member of the Heavenlys processed the bitter reality. They had lost not only Alan but two wars in quick succession, and now, they were being mocked by Muzan and his forces, as well as other realms.
The room grew quiet once again, leaving the Heavenlys to stew in their grief, frustration, and doubt.
Chapter Ends.
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