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.

[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?]