After letting the children say goodbye to Sister Mily, Kael went to notify the blue-eyed nun, the one in charge of the residence where he had been sleeping all these days.
Upon hearing the news, the blue-eyed nun fell silent. Her lips trembled slightly, but no words emerged. Only silent tears ran down her cheeks.
Even so, she wasted no time. With a firm gesture, she ordered a group of priests who were always ready for this type of work. Their duty was clear: to lift the bodies of the dead and give them a holy burial.
As the priests prepared, the atmosphere became solemn. The sound of hurried footsteps, the rustling of robes, and the clinking of chalices mingled in a silence heavy with sadness.
