In the end, no one can ever get used to death, whether justifiable or not.

As Oasis slid his sword back into his storage bracelet, he took a moment to survey the carnage around him.

The bodies of Garron and his group lay sprawled on the ground, lifeless, their blood soaking into the earth.

The wind stirred gently, carrying the scent of death, but Oasis's expression remained calm, almost contemplative.

"I don't know how you all started down this path or what led you to this life.."

"...but you were a thorn in the lives of the parents of the children you abducted,"

Oasis said, his voice soft but carrying a weight of finality.

He looked down at the corpses beneath his feet, his gaze unwavering.

"May you help others in your next lives instead of hurting them."

With that, Oasis extended his hand, and a surge of his blue flames erupted from his palm.

The flames roared to life, intense and unyielding, as they engulfed the bodies of Garron and his fallen comrades.

The azure fire danced and crackled, consuming the corpses with relentless ferocity.

The air was filled with the smell of burning flesh and the heat was palpable, but Oasis remained still, watching as the flames did their work.

The blue flames were unlike any ordinary fire; they were imbued with Oasis's mana, burning hotter and more intensely.

The corpses disintegrated rapidly, reduced to ashes within moments.

The flames left nothing behind—no bone, no trace of the men who had once terrorized so many.

Only a pile of fine, white ash remained, scattered by the wind as it swept through the valley.

Oasis sighed softly, his expression briefly flickering with something akin to sorrow.

He turned away from the ashes, removing his charred clothing and donning a fresh set from his storage bracelet.

As he changed, the sun climbed higher in the sky, signaling the approach of afternoon.

The heat of battle had faded, leaving behind a serene, almost eerie silence in the valley.

After a few moments of waiting, Oasis spotted movement in the distance.

Ronan and the others were approaching, making their way through the trees.

Oasis watched as they drew nearer, his gaze steady and calm.

When they finally arrived, Oasis gave them a brief nod before they all turned and began their journey back to Belvan town.

The trek back was uneventful, the group moving with a sense of quiet determination.

The events of the day weighed heavily on their minds, but they said little as they walked.

Oasis led the way, his thoughts focused on the path ahead.

As they neared Belvan, the familiar sight of the town came into view.

Oasis's senses heightened, and he quickly became aware of the presence of those who had been trailing him earlier that morning.

They had not followed him out of the town, likely deterred by the encounter with Garron and his group.

Now, as Oasis and the others approached the north gate, he could sense their presence once again, lurking in the background.

However, the entrance to the town was crowded, bustling with people going about their daily routines.

The sheer number of people in the area made it impossible for those watching him to make a move.

Oasis remained vigilant but unconcerned, knowing that the crowd provided enough cover to safely re-enter the town.

Once inside, the group began to disperse, each heading to their respective homes or places of rest.

Oasis offered a final nod to Ronan and the others before making his way back to the inn where he had been staying.

His mind was already racing with thoughts of what would come next, but for now, he needed rest and a moment to gather his thoughts.

As Oasis entered the inn, the weight of the day's events settled over him, but there was no regret in his heart.

He had done what was necessary, and he knew there was still much more to be done.

As Oasis entered the inn, he nodded to the young woman at the counter, who had been running the place.

From her perspective, Oasis looked worn out, as if he was carrying more than just the weight of a long day.

His steps were heavy, and his usually sharp eyes seemed dull with exhaustion. She watched him ascend the stairs, her brows furrowing with concern.

Oasis made his way directly to his room.

The moment he entered, he left the door to the balcony open, letting the cool evening air flow into the room.

Without a second thought, he threw himself onto the bed, the mattress creaking softly under his weight.

The fresh breeze brushed against his skin, but it did little to ease the tension that gripped his heart.

As he lay there, staring up at the wooden ceiling, a flood of emotions he had been holding back finally broke free.

Tears began to well up in his eyes, and before he knew it, they were streaming down his cheeks.

Realizing this, he quickly raised his head, wiping them away with the back of his hand, embarrassed by his own vulnerability.

"In the end, no one can ever get used to death, whether justifiable or not," Oasis thought, feeling his heart tighten with a pain he couldn't fully understand.

Despite all his strength, his maturity, and everything he had endured, he was still just a kid.

A child who had seen and done too much, too soon.

Knock, knock.

A calm, gentle knock sounded at the door, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Startled, he wiped the last of his tears and hurried to answer it.

"C-coming," he called out, his voice barely audible, still thick with emotion.

When he opened the door, the young woman stood there, her face filled with concern and care.

"Is everything alright, little brother?" she asked, her voice soft and soothing.

Oasis tried to muster a convincing response.

"Hmm, I'm fine," he replied, his voice steady but lacking its usual strength.

She noticed the lingering sadness in his eyes.

Without another word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a warm, comforting hug, gently caressing his hair.