They were sharing stories about Oara, who shone like sunlight.
The funeral was over. Among the townsfolk, no one sobbed loudly. They shed tears, yes—but quietly, composed.
“Oara!”
Now, only the cries for her remained.
“In honor of Knight Oara!”
The voices of those left behind continued to ring out.
The will of Knight Oara would be forever etched into this city.
