On the bank of the river, many bodies lay on the ground covered in a white blanket.
Many priests prayed for them and started the ceremony.
Luna stood at the side with a blank expression. Though her face was expressionless, there was deep sorrow in her eyes.
At that time, an old man with a long white beard standing beside her spoke in a consoling tone.
"Little girl, your mood seems to be quite down."
His voice was filled with warmth and vitality that was quite unusual for his gaze.
The old man glanced around, raising his brows seeing which the people retreated giving them some space.
"Immanuel!Holy Father." The Priest bowing their head greeted him and walked away.
"Grandpa, why do people who can see other's futures can't foresee their own?'' Luna asked with a bitter voice staring at the dead bodies.
The old man caressed his beard and stared at the dead bodies.