But when Wilda returned to Monington, she faced off against Kylian by burning her own life force.
Remus could never forget the despair in her eyes when he sank into the lava. He also couldn't forget her sorrow and anger when she fell into the pool of blood in Ryunington.
Wouldn't it be great if none of this had happened or if everything could be erased?
If one could live a stable and peaceful life, who would choose to wander and live in hardship?
Remus gently wiped the tears from Wilda's face. Although neither of them spoke, everything could be understood without the need for words.
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