James looked at the beautiful painting in front of him, and with every passing second, he was filled with immense happiness and peace, but also with an incredible sadness that overshadowed both of those feelings.
It would have been normal for him to feel devastated by looking at the painting of two people who were no longer in this tower, and perhaps no longer in reality.
He had already collapsed to his knees, unable to tear his eyes away from the painting.
The spirit of Vladimir, Desmond's closest friend, was literally weeping with sorrow. Vlad, Abby, Elijah, and Emily, despite their serious mental states, were sobbing uncontrollably.
Even someone as tough as Vlad could break down so easily in front of his father and mother. It was understandable.
What was happening in Olympus was completely different.
