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After Infernas death, Limon fell into deep depression. Often dreaming and hallucinating Inferna into people who looked like him.
"Inferna!!—" He reached out trying to get Infernas attention so he could turn to him. His hand almost reaching Inferna but then—
—He woke up abruptly with tears in his eyes, realizing that Inferna will never come back. He's dead.. yeah.. I remember now. He's dead.
He couldn't even remember what Inferna looked like, How his voice sounded. He missed him dearly but he did everything in his power to try and bring back Inferna.
He was sure he had tried out every single method known to man In the world.
He still can't believe this is reality. A reality without inferna.
Limon contemplated about his existence, Why was he still alive when Inferna isn't even alive anymore? He saw him die Infront of his eyes. He held him in his arms as he died. Limon was the first and last person Inferna saw.
—On the other hand, The mushroom had gone missing, she dissapeared completely after the Dragons death.
We still don't know where she had possibly gone or went.
Meanwhile with Limon, He's not doing quite well. He misses Inferna so very much to the point he dreams about him everyday and every night even if he's faceless in his dreams, He can still remember how he felt, How comforting Infernas presence was to him.
He had wished there was a time machine to turn back time so he could prevent inferna from being slain by the knights.
He had hoped he could go back. Back to the time Inferna first hatched so he could feel the happiness he once felt when he first saw inferna for the very first time.
It was a so very special moment for both of them, But nothing can bring back or Undo what has been done.
The damage has been done and we can't do anything about it. Face reality for once. Forget the past and focus on the future. Am I right?