Cedric's regalia faded into smoke, revealing the plain clothes that he had been wearing underneath. And for the first time since her birth, the tattoo on Cedric's arm slowly faded until his arm was bare, signaling that even Aika had died as well.
Argentos stared at Cedric's remains for a moment, before wiping off a bit of blood off his own face.
"You know. I really don't understand the gods. What's the point of making me tell you our story if that knowledge would just end up killing you."
He shook his head, exhaled loudly, and continued speaking to the corpse.
"It's a shame. See, this is why I had hoped you were stronger. Maybe… if you were just as strong as the lords, you might not have died from that little knowledge I gave to you. Then, that would mean that there's someone out there who at least remembers us."
He looked away from the corpse towards the painting. Then as he slowly began to rise, his voice grew somber and quiet. "How did we become a forgotten people?"
