"From the memories of the dragon, I noticed something strange. Something you were buried with," Mirabella said, the wind whipping her hair around her face. She stretched her hand toward the weathered grave, channeling a fraction of her overwhelming spirit energy. The next moment, the earth started moving, peeling back like water parting before a sovereign.
"I am not disrespecting you because your body isn't here," she added softly, a rare vulnerability lacing her tone.
BOOOOM!!
The heavy, silver, expensive-looking coffin burst out from the ground, levitating into the air before gently descending. Even with all the years buried beneath the damp earth, the coffin was still as new as ever, untouched by rot or time.
"That man surely spent money on your funeral, even when he knows your body shattered away," she said, her voice dripping with a complex mix of bitterness and cold detachment as she gently placed the coffin on the ground.
