Chapter 1657: Buried Together
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Silver buried An’an with Bluepool’s head, thinking that she would be happier this way.
Even though there wasn’t such a thing as erecting a headstone in the sea, Silver still pressed a flat huge rock on top to prevent the corpses from being dug out by fishes.
The silver rman leaned against the rock and gently caressed it, his actions so gentle it was as if he was caressing his beloved woman. Traces of tears kept accumulating in his cold eyes, slipping down one by one.
He truly regretted it. It was him who had severed the thriving developnt of his tribe. Even though the little female could let them regain their prosperity, that female who liked to try to bite him would never appear again.
Since he was a kid, he loved circling her. In order to get closer to her, he had worked hard to train his body and strove to rush to the frontmost position of the school of fish in order to get a chance to get near her.
When he was young, his opponents were his brothers. After he grew up, his opponent beca his father.
The two phases had gone smoothly, yet he hadn’t expected that this smoothness ended up causing her death.
His heart brimd with resentnt and hatred, yet he had no idea who to target his hatred at. If he had to hate soone, he could probably only hate himself.
The surroundings were deathly quiet.
Silver turned his head to look at his left hand, the fingernail that had yet to grow out completely on his index finger reminding him of the brutal truth at all tis. The fingernail, which exuded off a sharp and cold glint, could easily slice through the bodies of prey, as well as his own throat.
He really wanted to kill himself and end this painful life.
“Leader, the female has a running nose. What should we do?”
A rman cautiously swam to the vicinity and disrupted Silver’s thoughts.
Silver lowered his hand and shook his fishtail as he swam over.
“She’s probably cold. Change her into thicker clothes.” Silver’s eyes were filled with blood vessels, but he had resud his usual cold and distant state.
He still had a tribe to manage. Since he had killed the leader, he had to be responsible for this tribe.
As there were quite a lot of rfolk tribes in the sea, they had to at least have a four-striped beastman be in charge. Otherwise, what awaited their tribe would be capture, killing, and enslavent.
Silver left without turning back, rely leaving a stretch of full and glistening teardrops on the grave.
In the depths of the sea, no distinction was made between day and night. However, after sunset, the temperature would be a tad lower.
Free from the confinent of their physical bodies, souls condensed more easily in a cold environnt. Under the huge rock, a wisp of white glow slowly erged from the sandy seabed embellished with transparent pearls.
It spun one round, as though sizing up its own body.
It was more or less similar to what she had seen of herself in the past, also exuding a white glow. But sohow, it felt different.
At the thought of this, An’an extended her focus to the surrounding waters.
Without the illumination of luminous balls, the depths of the sea were so dark that one couldn’t see their outstretched hand in front of them. Yet, now she could clearly see it. The world was pretty much similar to what it usually appeared to her, yet there was now the addition of many pretty things that could move.
Blue fish, yellow fish, colorful fish… Unlike plants, they had no roots and were swimming around in the water. An’an was fascinated by the sight.
At the sa ti, she felt a tad confused. In the past when she looked at the sea, these moving things were all objects that exuded a glow. Why had those glows disappeared? Clearly, she herself still gave off a glow.
Just as she was prepared to swim further, she suddenly felt a ball of powerful energy behind her.
An’an turned around. (Alright, souls weren’t actually restrained by their angle of view. In reality, she only had to shift her willpower to see what was behind her.)
“An’an…” Bluepool looked exactly the sa as he did when he was still alive. Unlike females, his powerful energy was sufficient to allow living people to see his appearance. In the eyes of the soul, An’an also looked exactly the sa as when she was alive.
She was still so beautiful, still so fragile.
Reviews
All reviews (0)