Chapter 54

I remembered what she said about someone always having to stay behind in a sacrifice, so that others would gain credit and so that evil was always evil. That's what I was doing, leaving my youth behind as I ran against time to save the souls of humans, and with that I went into mourning for the souls I couldn't save because it was already too late.

Perhaps that feeling of not doing more than my obligation was for being remembered all the time "usually by the unfiltered lines of Tennebris" that the book had been my creation, to begin with. Because it was exactly how I felt, someone who was doing a job, an obligation.

I could no longer save the lives of humans who were possessed, but I could prevent others from going, and that's what I tried to focus on during that week of deaths and tears.

My grief reached such an extreme that, in a desperate attempt to make me react with a little more empathy, Vraxlon dedicated himself to teaching me how to handle his sword.