Strax was silent for a moment, still kneeling before the bodies of the homunculi. The glow of Tiamat's ring still pulsed faintly, like a reminder of the magnitude of that moment. But the words he wanted to hear now belonged to another matter - and Evelyn's absence did not go unnoticed by him.
Standing up with a firm movement, he wiped his hands on his pants and looked directly at Ouroboros, who was lazily stretching in the sunlight, as if that strenuous mission had only been a light stroll.
"Where's Evelyn?" He asked, after all, it was Evelyn who would unite the souls for the homunculi to emerge like Kallamus, Lithara and, of course, Nyx.
Ouroboros stretched her arms upwards, her black hair dancing around her like snakes in a gentle breeze. She let out a long sigh, like someone who didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but also didn't care that much about the impact.
