I felt drained by the time the cleansing was finished. I hadn't used too much power, so I wasn't sure why I felt this way. Fetheion didn't seem tired the least however, he even made sure to give a proper burial to the Ereth.
Afterwards, we returned back home. We didn't speak a word during our journey back. Despite the countless questions in my mind, I chose to remain silent as I could see how upset Fetheion was. It was clear from his expression.
The only time we spoke was when we bid each other a good night and headed to sleep. Though I didn't even get that, as my dreams were plagued with memories of lives long lost.
Only having slept a couple of hours, I got up at dawn as always. After eating something, I left the underground hideout and walked outside. The cool morning breeze helped clear my mind a little as I sat on the moist grass and nibbled a large, juicy fruit that looked like an apple but tasted nothing like it.