"Uncle, is that you this time?" Ruvva asked, hesitant and expectant. She was tired, with her eyes red from having to pummel her uncle so many times, nonstop.
She wouldn't even bat an eye if she had to kill a number of enemies a thousand times such. However, being forced to attack her uncle, who was pretty much her father figure, and one of the few people she cherished, was heart-wrenching.
"I…am," Orakha nodded, "This time, it's really me."
"However," Tears streamed down his eyes and he sobbed, "What use is in my return?"
"Everyone is dead."
Orakha gritted his teeth so hard they began to crack, raging, "They…she…everyone is dead. DEAD!"
"I'm alive!" Ruvva used her Skill of Prana Flash to appear before Orakha and hugged him, "I am still alive. You're not alone."
"You have me here." She then pointed at Moihala, "You have her too."
"You…" Orakha frowned as he stared at Ruvva, "Why do you look so old?"
