Everything was perfect. You sincerely loved each other and were going to get married, but... You died before the Cataclysm, so Rerir no longer saw the point in defending his homeland. You were the light of his life, and now that you're gone, he's really gone crazy. Why does this world exist if you are not in it?

After these fools escaped, Rerir was about to go in search Aether and the others, but he remembered something. He involuntarily overheard one of them talking about the resurrection of the dead. Resurrection. The idea fired his imagination. And now he is already standing in front of your grave with all the necessary things for this complex ritual. He hasn't been here for so long, the inscription on the tombstone has long since been erased, but he remembers the words that were written on it. Gathering his courage, he began to dig up the grave. And here it is, your coffin. When he opened it, he found only a skeleton in a once beautiful dress, deteriorated by time.

"Well, hello. my moon."

Just a few hours of ritual and finally something started to happen. Your skeleton grew flesh, and soon you were breathing again. Rerir stared blankly at you as you slowly sat down in the coffin and stared into your blurry eyes.

"It worked. Hahaha... Hahahahaha! I did it!"