The priest raised his voice, his deep tone reverberating through the night.
"Tonight, we do not merely mourn, but bear witness. We do not simply grieve, but remember. We stand here before the flame, not to say goodbye, but to honor the journey of a man whose name will never fade. Darius Valen was more than a warrior, more than a ruler—he was the pillar upon which Westreach stood. And now, as his mortal remains pass into the fire, so too shall his deeds be carried beyond the reach of time."
Bennet stood silent, the weight of grief heavy on his shoulders, yet determination blazed fiercely in his eyes. With a slow, controlled breath, he stepped forward. Memories of his father's courage surged through his mind, filling him with resolve.
Bennet stared deeply into the flames, whispering softly, yet with unwavering clarity, "Father, I will now carry your name and your honor. Your fight is now mine, your battles, my legacy. Rest well, knowing the fire you lit will never fade."
