He landed softly on a patch of overgrown grass, far from the alley filled with decaying corpses.
This place was just as quiet, but it looked much cleaner than even the city, with not even a single lifeless body in the open.
He looked down at the small, frail body in his arms. Real or not, this fragile girl deserved better than to rot unceremoniously in a filthy alley.
With a heavy sigh that stirred the dust around him, Elias gently laid her down on the softest patch of grass. He didn't have a shovel, but he didn't need one.
He extended his hand, and dark energy gathered around his fingers. He channeled his power into the earth, not with destructive force, but with careful control.
The ground softened. Soul and small stones started rising, and were aside as if guided by an invisible hand, forming a small, neat grave. It was deep enough to protect her in the afterlife.
