"Momma? Are you tired?"
Isolde tried to focus but her vision was blurred.
This voice… she recognised it.
Alya…
The last child she sent into Lumiria's 'embrace'…
"Tired?..." Isolde muttered.
She could feel the weakness in her flesh.
But that wasn't all.
She was mentally tired.
Tired of it all.
Zal-Ka'Rith has left and Alice tried to help. Yet they were now split apart and she's stuck in the deepest depths of the Abyss.
Her wounds festering and miasma flowing through her body.
"Yeah… Momma is tired. But more than that… Momma is sorry." Isolde's throat tightened. Tears streaking down her face.
She couldn't do it.
She wasn't able to get the revenge she promised her children.
Even after giving up everything, she still couldn't do it.
"Is that the limit of your anger?"
Zal-Ka'Rith's voice.
Her Lord that abandoned her… Now questioning her desires?
How utterly humiliating.
"Of course it isn't… But what else can I do?" Isolde smiled bitterly.
