" Mother... " he murmured, his eyes searching through the fog of pain.
He saw her. She was still on her knees, in the middle of the bodies.
" Lucifer... " she said, her voice weak.
He wanted to get up, to join her. But he could no longer move. His eyes closed, and darkness overwhelmed him.
The remaining Sidest, terrified by this demon who had risen again and again, fled into the night, abandoning their dead.
The village of Norwes was nothing more than a field of ashes and corpses.
And in the center, a fifteen-year-old boy lay, his mother on her knees beside him, praying one last time.
" May the angels come to help my son ", murmured Alicia.
