Supreme Magus novel Chapter 2327

Lith wanted to conjure the images of the gala at Distar's, when he and Phloria had danced on the ceiling with Gravity magic.

Yet all those good memories gave him joy at first, then the pain of the loss, and lastly everything turned into guilt. No matter what everyone said or how cunning Thrud's plan had been, Lith had killed Phloria and nothing could change that fact.

Every time he tried to speak, guilt tightened his throat and tears veiled his eyes. Even breathing was hard, knowing that he was about to tell Phloria goodbye and that once the casket was closed, he would never see her again.

Solus and Kamila stood by either side but said nothing.

Solus was lost in her own pain and guilt, regretting not being there with Lith during the final confrontation and wondering if there was something that she could have done.

Kamila, instead, had no such burden. She considered Phloria Lith's good friend and the beloved daughter of Jirni, but due to the past relationship with Lith the two women had never been close.

Yet the reason she remained silent wasn't that Phloria's death didn't touch her, but because she understood and respected Jirni's and Lith's pain. There was no point in spouting clichés about time healing all wounds or death being a part of life.

It was their grief and there was no way for Kamila to ease their burden. The only thing she could do was to be there for them and help them to stand up when they found the strength to move on.

The moment they sought her comfort and company, Kamila would do everything she could but until then, she would give them the time and space they needed to mourn.

Once everyone was done with the eulogies, the casket was closed and brought to the Ernas mausoleum, where Phloria was buried with Juria Ernas and the rest of her ancestors.

The enchanted metal gate closed, and with it died every hope Lith had that some merciful god would descend from the sky and bring Phloria back to life. She was now gone and buried, just like the chunk of his heart she had taken with her.

"We are really sorry for your loss." King Meron was wearing his high uniform and the fur-lined heavy cloak of Valeron. "I would love to tell you that you can take all the time you want, but sadly the Kingdom needs you.

"As soon as Thrud reappears, we are going to need our head strategist and the General of the Army."

"I'll do what I can, but I make no promises about my efficiency." Jirni gave the Royals a deep bow. "I'll resume my duty the moment you command me to, but I can't guarantee on my mental faculties.

"A part of me died, Your Majesty, and I'm still fighting to find my balance. Scratch that, I'm struggling to find a reason to keep fighting."

The Royals turned a little pale but nodded. Pressuring a grieving parent would only backfire. The Crown would look insensitive and ungrateful, making its most loyal subjects walk away from the war.

"I'm ashamed of myself for saying this, but I fare no better." Orion cleared his throat a few times to keep the pain from coming out. "I gave my best as a general, a father, and a Forgemaster, yet I failed.

"My loyalty still lies with the Kingdom, but my soul is broken. If you need me, I'll come but I don't know if my presence will do you any good."

"Don't count on us." Fyrwal said after giving the Ernas a quick hug each. "We are done with the War of the Griffons. We are going back to our self-imposed exile."