Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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The atmosphere inside the Heavenlys' castle remained grim and suffocating.

The weight of defeat and Alan’s death had left a mark that wouldn’t be easily erased. The hallways, once filled with the sounds of strength and unity, now only echoed the hushed murmurs of sorrow and failure. The mighty Heavenlys had fallen in back-to-back wars, and their most beloved warrior was gone.

As Mike, Ace, Yuki, Manda, and Eren tried to hold onto what little resolve they had left, a sudden stir spread across the castle.

Footsteps echoed from the main entrance. A figure moved steadily, his posture stiff, his face cast in shadows.

It was Kanaeo.

Word had finally reached him—Alan was dead.

He stepped into the grand hall, his expression a mixture of shock and disbelief.

His eyes, usually sharp and filled with confidence, now reflected a deep sorrow that everyone could see. His movements, slow and deliberate, made the heaviness in the room even more palpable. The others, gathered around the hall, stopped their conversations, their gazes shifting to Kanaeo as he approached.

Mike, still consumed by grief, looked at him with red, tear-stained eyes.

“Kanaeo… we lost him. Alan’s gone. Muzan… he killed him.”

There was a long silence. Kanaeo didn’t immediately respond.

His fists tightened as he stared at the ground, his jaw clenched, trying to contain the rage and sadness building inside him.

Yuki, her voice breaking, added softly,

“We tried to stop them. But they were too strong… and now Alan is…”

Kanaeo’s body tensed. His breathing grew heavier, and his face slowly lifted.

The fire that had been dormant in his eyes returned, but it wasn’t the same as before. It was a fire born of grief, of anger, and of despair.

He clenched his fists tighter, and for a moment, the entire room held its breath. The silence was deafening.

Then, with a voice that was both quiet and filled with fury, Kanaeo finally spoke.

“If Alan was here,”

he muttered, his voice trembling slightly.

“If he were still with us…”

He paused, raising his head fully, looking into the eyes of his comrades, his gaze fierce and determined.

“He would’ve already taken off the heads of those who dared to mess with us.”

His words cut through the heavy atmosphere like a knife. The others, for the first time in what felt like ages, felt a spark of something—determination, rage, perhaps even hope. But it was fleeting, drowned by the realization that Alan was truly gone.

The room grew silent once again, and the weight of the moment fell heavily on Kanaeo’s shoulders. He turned away, hiding the despair that had gripped his heart, and walked toward the window, staring out at the vast landscape.

Outside, the world looked the same as always, but within the castle, everything had changed. Alan, the one who had stood as their rock, was no longer there, and it left a void none of them knew how to fill.

As Kanaeo stood alone by the window, his final words echoed in the minds of everyone in the room.

“If Alan was here… this would’ve never happened.”

Chapter Ends.