Slowly, what was left of the vandalised boat came to a halt at the seashore. The boat had been damaged beyond recognition. It took Rex all his might before rowing it to the coast.
Rey Reed Smith was the first to alight. His boot collided with the grass of the Lascaux cave, and a cold wind stung his face.
Under normal circumstances, Rey would have shivered. He would've drawn his cloak tighter to prevent the cold from touching his skin.
Yet he didn't care. Does he have any reason to live? No, he doesn't.
Rey felt lost and devastated, and grief consumed his heart. He left like he was committing suicide. He felt like piercing his blade into his heart and removing the soul nectar.
He felt like drowning himself in the water. He felt like licking Lady Venus' poisoned claws. Yet, it was impossible. The soul nectar wouldn't allow it. It was created and is permanent in his body.