A Dream of Hope (8)

Berkah continued wobbling forward, his gaze fixed on the green pastures beneath his feet.

He desperately racked his brain for a solution, but what could he possibly do?

He knew deep down inside that maintaining Hawke's life by injecting his Mana into him would not be effective forever.

It was only a matter of time before his body deteriorated, even if it takes months or years, eventually Hawke will die, that much was a fact.

[Fuck... Fuck...]

A part of him was angry at the pink-haired woman for sealing his Divinity in the first place, but lashing out on her would not bear him any fruit, nor will it save his father's life.

[Is there really nothing I can do?]

[I have all this power and yet, I can't do anything to save my Dad...]

He continued wobbling and bit his lower lip, allowing a trickle of blood.

[This damn world...]

[Why are we always so close to death?]

[Is living peacefully really too much to fucking ask?]