The ship was silent, everyone lost in their own thoughts. Priest Augustus suddenly lifted his head, turned to look towards the stern of the ship, gazing into the depths of the water, and at the Nether Moon slowly sinking below the surface.
The Old Cleric's hoarse voice reminded them:
"Look back now, remember those who have passed; we can still see them... give it a try..."
The ship moved forward, Shard, Priest Augustus, Iluna, and Sister Delphine all turned to look back.
The Priest's lips curled into a smile, as he gently nodded to the young nun watching from afar:
"You are still so beautiful, but I have grown old."
Iluna slightly opened her mouth, her eyes reflecting the glimmer of the Nether Moon, and beneath that moon stood the captain and comrades she had trained with during her time at the Papacy, who had been killed by the Silver-Eyed One and the Tomb Raider Hawthorn. They stood together, waving goodbye to her.
"I am doing very well now!"
