Jet's Requiem

"S-Sir Jet!"

Noah felt tears gushing out of his eyes as his blurry vision stared at the man whose pale body was slowly fading away.

If it was anything like what happened to Lux, his partner, then Noah was certain that the man on the ground was dying.

Right after using her final binding Spell, Lux turned into tiny white orbs of light and faded away. And now, Jet was doing the same—albeit at a slower pace.

He was surrounded by the thousands of surviving Adventurers who owed their lives to him. All of them had their heads bowed in both respect and grief.

No one said anything but Noah… and the man fated to die.

"I thought I told you… to call me Jet." He strained a smile, coughing a little after leaking out those words.

Noah stifled a loud cry as he stared at Jet's paralyzed form.

"I-is there really… nothing I can do…?" He muttered, more hot and salty liquids flowing through his young face.

"No… it's too late for me."