The End is Always Bitter

"Aaahhh..." Damian began to breathe with difficulty as his body fell from the sky without the chance to grab onto anything.

His Divine General, now in ruins, tried to move to catch him in the air, but his speed wouldn't be enough to reach Damian, who was about to touch the ground.

But in that moment of uncertainty, Damian was caught by slender hands he didn't expect to see again.

"Elaine..." Damian looked at this lovely fairy, who seemed to whisper something he regretted not hearing now that he was in his final moments.

Elaine looked at the wound on Damian's chest, her gaze shattered by sadness, and said, "You're really so reckless; if I hadn't interfered, you would have won without dying."

"Live happily; have a good life free of responsibilities." Damian smiled through the blood still flowing from his mouth and reached out to touch Elaine's cheek, who couldn't stop crying.

But Damian's strength left him, the air left his lungs, and his vision began to blur.

Dying wasn't something he looked forward to, but he couldn't change things, and it's not like he regretted anything, so there was nothing more he could mention now than to try to bid farewell to this lovely fairy.

He had always wanted a younger sister; maybe that's why he accepted Adda so easily. In his previous life, he was alone and died alone, but today he has made a difference, and he didn't die alone because a fairy was holding him. How envious would the past Damian be to know what happened to the future one? The anguish he had felt before disappeared, all his sorrow was gone, and he could say he was dying peacefully.

"I was of use, right?" Damian thought before his world turned black.

Right now, Damian has died.

Elaine, who witnessed this, smiled slightly. She extended her hands and gently placed Damian's head on the ground. "I won't let you die, little brother; you will live and achieve incredible things. In the distant future, everyone will talk about you; you will be remembered for the great changes you will bring to this world, and your story will be bigger than this."

She had lived many years, and as someone who was extremely lonely, she couldn't live without someone who had accompanied her during the most pleasant months of her life. If she had to live a happy life, this was the one she wanted to keep, so right now, she would do something that wasn't written in the fairy tale she allowed to be told.

"Fairies have the power to grant their lives the gift for which they consider us sacred in this world." Elaine bowed and kissed Damian's forehead. Her body glowed with an intense golden color, and moments later, she began to turn into golden particles.

"You are the one who has to live a life, Damian. Live your life, for I will always be by your side."

Elaine moved away from Damian and murmured, "Goodbye, dear little brother; the immortality you wanted so much is a gift you can always leave behind when you want."

Those were Elaine's last words as she disappeared from this world. She had given immortality to Damian, and in a matter of seconds, his body began to heal.

Damian recovered from all his wounds, his skeletal hand disappeared, and each of his curses was erased as the sacred water entered his body.

Unlike Damian, Elaine died regretting not being able to spend more time with the little brother she never thought she would need. But still, sincerely, that time was more than enough; at least she could enjoy a little of the world.

At least that bitterness turned into happiness when she saw that she had resurrected her little brother.

Elaine had given Damian not only life but also changed details in him that he didn't have before. The most notable thing is that Damian's hair began to turn whiter, while a butterfly tattoo appeared on his shoulder.

The wounds Damian had suffered were healed, but on his chest remained a horrible scar that couldn't disappear. This indicated how powerful the attack Damian had received was.

By the time Elaine disappeared, Damian's breathing returned to normal, his heart started beating again, and the magic around him began to flow into his body in a terrifying way.

...

"Is he alive?"

"Quickly, call the priest to heal the thunder mage."

"Young Mage, are you okay? Can you see how many fingers I have on my hand?"

In a few minutes, Damian felt his heart beating strongly and slowly opened his eyes. He had had a very strange dream where he drank golden water, but when he woke up and knew he was alive, he understood what had happened.

"Are you really okay?"

"I am fine. Thanks to the fairy." Damian said as he sat amidst all the destruction around him.

He could hear his eardrums ringing as he remembered the fight where he killed the demon Calmadios but at the same time died from the critical wounds he had protecting Elaine, who seemed to have given up immortality.

"Elaine, where are you?" Damian touched his shoulder and felt a hand placed there, but as time passed, it disappeared.

When that sensation had disappeared, Damian heard Elaine's voice one last time: "You hold immortality in your hands, little rascal. I hope you have a life without suffering or future wars."

At that moment, Damian realized that Elaine had revived him in a way and had passed immortality to him.

That knowledge was not at all satisfying; there was no joy or sadness in his gaze but a simple feeling of emptiness.

"The whole forest has died."

"What are we going to do now?"

Damian walked towards the demon that had died and looked at all those weapons, which were very likely very heavy. His gaze swept across this territory that was once a forest, and just for the sake of it, he would ensure that this land was completely reborn.

"I will take care of this; send a message to the nearest kingdom to send a tracking group and find out where this demon came from." Damian, at the moment he was about to turn around, felt something in his hand, and when he looked to see what it was, he smiled, knowing it was a seed from the giant tree that had burned down.

No matter how many years it takes to restore this forest, whether by him or by Elaine,.

"My little sister..."

"Why do all good things always die?"