The rain began long before dawn. Thin, silver threads fell endlessly from the clouds, tracing the skyline of City X, washing the color out of everything below. The day Sang-hee Anderson was laid to rest felt like the galaxy itself mourned her.
A convoy of quiet hovercars wound through the narrow streets toward the old hillside cemetery one of the few places in the city untouched by modern steel and hologlass.
Blaze walked at the front beside Jason, both dressed in dark suits. His umbrella hung uselessly at his side. The rain soaked through his white hair and ran down his face, mingling with the tears he refused to show.
The others followed in silence Lionel, Anastasia, Scarlet, Grim, Diego, and the rest of the Titans' roster. The sky reflected their mood: gray, heavy, and still.
At the small clearing, the coffin hovered on an anti-grav stretcher, descending slowly as the priest recited the final words of farewell.
