MMORPG: Rebirth as an Alchemist Chapter 747 Shadows of Despair

Chapter 747  Shadows of Despair           

In the heart of the City of Sin, the neon lights flickered above the bustling streets, casting an otherworldly glow on the sidewalks below. Amidst the lively chaos, Elena and Evie followed young Liam out of the bar after witnessing a tense altercation between him and his father.

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and a mix of various street foods, creating a sensory overload that contrasted sharply with the emotional heaviness hanging in the air. As they caught up with Liam, his small frame seemed even more vulnerable against the backdrop of the city's vibrant yet unforgiving atmosphere.

Elena gently placed a hand on Liam's shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. "Hey, it's okay. We're here for you."

Evie knelt down to his eye level, her expression softening. "Your dad didn't mean those things. Sometimes, people say things they don't really mean when they've had too much to drink. It's not your fault."

Liam wiped away a stray tear, still visibly shaken by the harsh words exchanged back at the bar. "But he said that I was better off being dead just like my mother. I don't think that he didn't meant it. I know that deep inside, he thought of it; else, he wouldn't have said it."

Elena and Evie exchanged a glance, their hearts aching for the young boy. Elena crouched down beside Evie, and spoke gently. "Liam, your dad loves you. Sometimes, adults go through tough times, and they don't know how to handle their feelings. It doesn't change the love they have for their kids, though."

Evie nodded in agreement. "Exactly. We'll help you talk to him when things have calmed down. He just needs some time, alright?"

Liam sniffled, his eyes searching theirs for rea.s.surance. "You really think so?"

Elena smiled warmly, her compa.s.sion evident in her eyes. "Absolutely. And if you ever need someone to talk to, we're here for you. You're not alone, Liam."

Evie added, "Your father is just having a hard time right now. Let's give it some time, and he would come around."

Liam sniffed and wiped away his tears. When things calmed down a bit, they escorted him back to his house on the outskirts of town.

While on the way, Liam kept looking back at the city and couldn't help but mutter, "Is it really alright for me to leave my father in there?"

"It's fine. Your father is a grown man. He can perfectly take care of himself," Elena dismissed.

"The important thing for you right now is to be safe at home and take care of your mother. Wait for your father to come home," she added, rea.s.suring the small little demon, "Don't worry, your father will be with you soon, and a changed man." One way or another.

Liam nodded and forced a smile. As Evie and Elena ventured into the village on the outskirts of town, a stark contrast from the neon-lit streets of the City of Sin unfolded before them. The atmosphere was heavy with a palpable sense of struggle, evident in the dilapidated houses and worn-out faces of the villagers.

The village seemed frozen in time, with ramshackle buildings lining the narrow, dusty pathways. Whatever light left casted long shadows over the meager structures, highlighting the visible signs of decay and neglect. Cracked windows, peeling paint, and roofs that looked as though they might collapse under the weight of despair.

As they walked deeper into the heart of the village, Evie and Elena couldn't help but notice the poor living conditions of the villagers. It was as if the life had been sucked out of the place, leaving behind a haunting silence broken only by the occasional mutterings of the disheartened residents.

The villagers themselves appeared worn, their faces etched with lines of hards.h.i.+p and despair. Many had vacant eyes, staring into the distance as though gazing upon a world that had long forgotten them. The weight of their existence seemed to press upon them, leaving them visibly drained and hollow.

As they pa.s.sed by, some villagers mumbled to themselves, their words carried away by the wind. It was a disconcerting chorus of broken dreams and shattered hopes, a symphony of despair that echoed through the desolate village. The mutterings hinted at a shared pain, a collective struggle that bound them together in a cycle of suffering.

Most unsettling was the resemblance between the villagers and Liam's father. Selfish desires seemed to be etched into their weary expressions, a reflection of a life where survival took precedence over compa.s.sion. The struggle for their inner demons had left them drained mental and physical. Their focus had narrowed to the pursuit of personal gain, mirroring the mentality that had driven Liam's father to say hurtful words.

Evie and Elena exchanged glances. "What happened here?" Elena asked. Liam started to explain, "It wasn't like this before. This used to be a thriving village that supplied food to Sin City. But ever since Desira took over, one by one, all of the citizens could think about was satisfying their l.u.s.ts and desires.

"Suddenly, no one wanted to care about their family and only thought about their desires and l.u.s.ts, even at the cost of their family and souls."

Liam's face contorted in sadness. "Many families were ruined, and many had gone crazy. My father being one of them."

Liam led Evie and Elena through the narrow, weathered pathways of the village, arriving at his humble abode. The structure, once filled with warmth and familial love, now stood as a testament to the pervasive despair that had taken root in the outskirts of town.

The door creaked open, revealing a small, dimly lit s.p.a.ce that barely qualified as a home. As they stepped inside, the air felt heavy with a sense of hopelessness that seemed to cling to the very walls. The spa.r.s.e furniture spoke of a life marked by hards.h.i.+p, and the silence within echoed louder than any words.

In the corner of the room, Liam's mother sat, a mere shadow of the person she once was. Her skin clung to her bones, a stark testament to the toll of illness and neglect. Her vacant eyes, hollow and devoid of life, stared into the distance, as though fixated on a world beyond reach.