The Undying Star
A star? I wasn't even close to being something as beautiful. But... undying? Yes. I was. Since death never ever accepted me into its embrace. So what if I live this story to its end one more time? Just one last time. I want to feel it, living, rather than death. Only once. What awaits me at the end of this never-finished draft, I wonder... Is it the cure to my curse, or yet another rebirth?
Can't breathe
The building handed to the mercenary group by The Resistance was a fairly large place with multiple rooms in it. The location was remote and well-hidden, but also close enough to a few major cities and a properly maintained road.
Despite it being hard to call it a 'house' the first time they arrived, after the group's hard work and dedication, the place now resembled somewhere humans could live, at least. They even put together some money to purchase furniture and decorations for the house in order to make it resemble a true home.
Now, even if they were going to hold parties, such as a certain someone's ascension celebration, they were no longer confused over the question of where and how the feast would take place.
"You guys pulled it off faster than I expected..."