The two stood in front of Carl's parents' graves, staring at the two tombstones. The air in the cemetery was thick with the scent of damp earth and lingering decay, a stark contrast to the divine truths buried beneath their feet.
"Are you ready, Carl?" Mirabella asked, and Carl nodded his head, his jaw tight.
Mirabella nodded, and snapped her fingers, activating the dark dome, which enclosed the two, separating them from the outside world. The energy flared, forming a perfect hemisphere of impenetrable shadow that swallowed the ambient light and silenced the howling wind of the ruined city.
'No one should know about this... If the bodies aren't here, this sword academy's students might tell their teachers.' She thought, and stretched her hand towards the two graves. Her spirit energy pulsed, sinking into the soil.
