I could still remember the time when Alex and I fought against the Demon Lord, Vanaac, in his Sea of Consciousness.
Centuries had passed, yet whenever I closed my eyes, the memory would play in my head very vividly.
We had won that battle, but the price we paid was painfully steep.
When the battle ended, Alex fell into a coma for an entire month. If not for the fact that he was still breathing, albeit barely, I would've thought that he had truly died.
The fear I felt back then couldn't be described with words. Losing him would've been no different from losing my last family.
When he opened his eyes a month later, I was ecstatic. Although he must've felt weak then, the first thing he did was smile at me and greet me with a, "Good Morning, Fran".
That alone melted the fear and anxiety in my heart, like ice on a hot summer's day.
Unfortunately, that happiness didn't last long.
Alex's soul was seriously injured from that fight, and it had drastically cut his lifespan.
