The battle was raging on further ahead. But for Eraqus, he was staying behind,
watching his own pupil dying in his arms.
The healing magicians had done everything they could to help him, but
they couldn’t seal his wounds. He
couldn’t help himself when the tears started flowing from his eyes.
“Don’t worry, my master, for I shall become one with the stars, and join my
beloved in the heavens.”
“Young Riku, it is too soon for you to leave this world. It is not fair! I’ve lost my wife, my children, shall I lose
my adopted son too?! I can’t accept
this!”
“This is not my will, but rather the will of the Goddesses. Do not worry, I will be at peace. And when your time comes, a place will be
prepared for you. I only have one last
request, look after my son, and see that he is raised well.” With those final words, he breathed his last,
and moved on to the next world. His
master tried to fight back the sorrow, but it was too late for that. A warrior having seen too much pain in life
had finally seen enough. He cried long
into the night. Whether his army was
victorious or not, it no longer mattered to him.