Rain had stopped falling.
The storm that had taken everything from Abraão was gone.
Only silence remained.
When he opened his eyes, he felt something soft beneath his head.
For a moment, he didn't know where he was.
The smell of wet grass filled the air.
Moonflowers swayed gently in the wind.
The thousand moons illuminated the clearing.
Then reality returned.
His eyes widened.
"Elias…"
His voice trembled.
"Grandma…"
Pain exploded inside his chest.
He suddenly sat up.
Tears instantly filled his eyes.
Mahina sat beside him.
She had been watching over him the entire time.
A damp cloth rested in her hand.
There was dried blood on his face.
His clothes were torn.
His body hurt.
But none of that mattered.
"Elias…"
The name escaped his lips again.
Broken.
Weak.
Desperate.
Mahina remained silent.
Abraão already knew the answer.
Yet part of him still refused to accept it.
"They're gone…"
His voice cracked.
The memories returned.
The broken door.
The blood.
The screams.
Elias reaching toward him.
Elara falling to the floor.
His breathing became uneven.
"I couldn't save them."
Tears rolled down his face.
"I promised…"
His fists clenched.
"I promised I'd protect them."
The words came out as a whisper.
Then the dam finally broke.
Years of frustration.
Years of weakness.
Years of loss.
Everything erupted at once.
"I wasn't strong enough!"
He slammed his fist into the ground.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Until his knuckles bled.
Mahina gently grabbed his wrist.
"Abraão."
Her voice was calm.
Steady.
But he couldn't stop.
"First my parents."
A sob escaped his throat.
"Now Elias."
Another.
"And Grandma."
His entire body trembled.
"Why does everyone leave me?"
For several seconds, neither spoke.
The wind moved through the clearing.
Moonflowers danced beneath the silver light.
Then Mahina slowly wrapped her arms around him.
Abraão froze.
She held him firmly.
Like a mother protecting her child.
Like someone refusing to let him break any further.
"You don't have to carry all that pain alone."
The words were simple.
Yet they struck deeper than any blade.
Abraão buried his face against her shoulder.
And cried.
Not as a warrior.
Not as a protector.
Not as someone trying to be strong.
Just as a seventeen-year-old boy who had lost everything.
Hours seemed to pass.
Eventually, the tears stopped.
But the pain remained.
Mahina stood.
"It's time."
Abraão knew what she meant.
Neither of them spoke during the walk back to Storm Village.
The cemetery rested on a hill overlooking the village.
The thousand moons illuminated the rows of gravestones.
A peaceful place.
A place for farewells.
Two graves had been prepared.
Mahina helped him carry the bodies.
Every step felt heavier than the last.
Elara was buried first.
The woman who had raised him.
Protected him.
Loved him.
Even when she had almost nothing.
Then came Elias.
His little brother.
His best friend.
The boy who chased Moon Hares.
The boy who dreamed of becoming a hero.
The boy who always smiled.
Abraão stared at the graves.
Unable to speak.
Unable to move.
The wind gently rustled the grass.
As if the world itself were mourning.
Finally, he knelt.
"I couldn't protect you."
His voice trembled.
"I'm sorry."
Tears fell onto the fresh soil.
"I was supposed to be your big brother."
Silence answered him.
Only silence.
Mahina placed a hand on his shoulder.
Not to stop his grief.
Only to remind him he wasn't alone.
Eventually, they stood.
And prepared one final grave.
Sasuke Watanabe.
The man responsible for everything.
Mahina buried him far from Elias and Elara.
Far from the innocent.
The Eclipse Devourer was driven into the earth before the grave.
Like a warning.
Like a reminder.
Mahina looked at the black blade.
"Let his sins die with him."
Abraão said nothing.
He simply turned away.
He had no tears left for Sasuke.
The cemetery was silent.
Hours passed.
Eventually, Mahina and Abraão left.
Their footsteps disappeared into the night.
The thousand moons continued to shine above.
Then—
soft footsteps echoed among the graves.
A lone figure approached.
Small.
Slender.
Wearing a dark cloak that concealed most of their face.
The figure stopped before Sasuke's grave.
For several seconds, they said nothing.
Only stared.
Motionless.
Then trembling fingers touched the cold stone.
A quiet sob escaped.
Followed by another.
And another.
Tears fell onto the wet grass.
The figure slowly knelt.
Shoulders shaking.
Trying—
and failing—
to stop crying.
"Why…?"
The voice was barely a whisper.
Broken.
Lonely.
The figure pressed a hand against the grave.
As if hoping for an answer.
As if hoping the person beneath the earth would somehow respond.
But there was only silence.
Only moonlight.
Only grief.
"I don't care what they say about you…"
The voice trembled.
"To me…"
A sob interrupted the sentence.
"…you were my family."
The wind blew through the cemetery.
The figure lowered their head.
For a long time, they remained there.
Alone.
Then their hand slowly clenched into a fist.
Determined.
"I swear…"
Their voice was weak.
Yet unwavering.
"I'll find a way."
The figure looked up toward the thousand moons.
Eyes filled with tears.
And resolve.
"No matter how long it takes."
"No matter what I have to do."
"I'll bring you back."
The moons offered no answer.
Only their distant light.
The figure stood.
One final tear fell onto the grave.
Then they disappeared into the darkness.
Leaving only the wind behind.
Far above—
the thousand moons continued to shine.
Unaware that somewhere beneath their light—
a promise had just been made.
And that promise would one day change the fate of Eliria itself.