The silver light of the moon cast a shimmering hue on the faces of the Dragons and made their shadows dance along the grass. There were a surprising amount of students here, all joined together in a silence I hadn’t experienced before.
It was... revering.
One of the Shinigami teachers rose to the pyre and placed a small flower on Ryuga’s body. “Sun Dragons, please rise.”
“I’ll be back,” Ryoko whispered as she stood up and pushed through the rows of people. From the crowd of twenty students, only two other Dragons joined her at the front, all with the same solemn look on their face.
I noticed Kurai wasn’t one of them, which brought a strange type of joy to me. I didn’t know what it was about him, but I got weird vibes from him.
The teacher bowed respectfully and all three bowed back.
