Amari's POV
The world stood still as our gazes locked onto each other. He stared at me, and I returned his intense gaze. It was like staring into a mirror; those were my eyes — or should I say, I had his eyes. Yet, his gaze appeared distant, as though uncertain about what to make of me.
When I said nothing, he turned away, facing the direction where her body lay — my mother. I hesitated, reluctant to meet that sorrowful sight.
"Can you help her?" A mere squeak escaped me, barely forming a plea for help.
"In the realm of existence, where the boundaries between life and death are eternally set, even I, Hilarion, a Moon God, do not wield the power to raise the dead. The sanctity of that transition remains beyond the grasp of even divine influence, for the cosmic order dictates its own irr
