A tense silence remained after the death of Rorik and the sealing of the Clown.
Jeremy had a complicated expression as he stared at the spot where Rorik had died. Because of how powerful Divine's flames were, not even his ashes remained.
There was nothing left of him to bury asides from his gauntlet.
Jeremy's lips twitched multiple times and his fingers twitched repeatedly as he clenched them tightly.
He wanted to do something, anything.
Whether it was to scream, rage, cry, or curse at the Clown with everything he had, he just wanted to do something to let go of the anger he had in his heart.
An anger that was directed not only to the Clown but to himself for being weak.
If he was strong enough, he could have protected Rorik.
If he was strong enough, he could have found a way to separate the Clown from Rorik's body.
If he was strong enough, he could have protected Syrelle and Orynthia.
If he was strong enough, he could have protected everybody.
