He was a failed father who lost his daughter and could never make up for it in his lifetime.
But Tulls is much more than that.
He was a friend of the prophet, an early follower, a wise man of the prophetic order, and also...
Goodbye, my friend.
He is a friend that Alice acknowledges.
A fragile coward who, until the very end, dared not admit his friend's identity.
A strong and courageous person who, after much internal struggle, ultimately chooses to face death with equanimity.
Turs's powerless body fell backward, but was lifted up by an invisible force, and the decaying aura on his body quickly faded away.
After being cleansed by magic several times, Turs no longer showed any trace of death on his body, and lay peacefully in mid-air as if he were asleep.
"…………"
Are you sad?
At this moment, surprisingly few people felt that way.
Tulls's death was inevitable, and it had been dragged on for far too long; the grief had already dissipated.
What Alice felt at that moment was a sense of loss.
"You really just didn't look back?"
“Just like your prophet.”
well……
Seeing the happy expression on Turs' face, Alice sighed softly, feeling a bit of a headache.
"You guys are really not polite at all."
"Those who wanted to leave left, and those who wanted to die died, leaving me with this mess..."
While they were all talking, Alice gently waved her hand, sending Turs' body out.
winter--
winter--
winter--
The bells rang throughout the entire Sky City, but this time, it wasn't for anything else.
It was just for saying goodbye.
He was a kind and generous elder, and a strong and steadfast friend.
farewell.
"You're all just talking to yourselves. Have you considered my feelings?"
The girl, who had curled up with her knees drawn up to her chest, sighed softly:
"Me..."
"But I'm really afraid of being alone."
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