Savage Forest - Chapter 121.3

She had trapped herself in the very pit she had created—the mire, sticky and consuming, left no room for any rational thought. She began to spit out any words that came to mind. In front of her once-proud son, now reduced to this wretched state, Servia unleashed a torrent of venomous insults.

She cursed at him fearlessly.

“Get away from me! I loathe you! You are my shame! Go away! Aah! Someone help me! I said go away, you filthy creature! Don’t lay a hand on me!”

Enya stood in shock, watching the entire scene unfold.

She knew Senu was Servia’s son, but without understanding the story of their relationship, she could only be horrified. She couldn’t understand how Servia could treat her own son, whom she had carried and nurtured, with such disdain.

Enya’s face turned pale.

Yet, Senu didn’t budge.

In the pouring rain, his body stood still, resembling a statue. A solid wall.

Enya was at a loss for words.

How could he remain silent when his own mother spoke such things?

Then, finally, Senu managed to utter a single word. At that moment, it felt as if all the air in the space had come to a halt.

“Mother… you shouldn’t say such regretful things.”

Only the sound of the pouring rain filled the air.

It seemed Servia was at a loss for words. Having hurled insults at him, she now found herself unable to speak.

Senu slowly raised both hands, revealing his bandaged, decaying fingers before he opened his mouth again. A voice emerged from him that sounded endlessly lonely yet undeniably strong.

“It’s okay, Mother. It’s not over yet. Neither for Aquilea nor for you.”

Senu addressed Servia as ‘Mother.’ Despite the way she had treated him, he was still embracing and protecting her. Extending his nearly rotting hand, he was telling his mother that they could begin anew.

He was ready to start again.

Enya felt an illusion that Senu’s frail shoulders suddenly appeared incredibly sturdy.

At that moment, she began to understand the affection that Silanda had for him.

Servia stood there, soaked in the rain, staring blankly at her son as if her soul had been drained away. She looked as if she had lost all will to fight like a stone in human form, with its soul taken away.

Senu continued to speak, his tone cautious, as if he were taming a wild beast.

“I will come to you, Mother.”

He quickly turned to Enya.

“Enya, move away from the cliff.”

Enya hurried to respond to Senu’s words, though her body wouldn’t cooperate.

Finally, she confessed to him.

“I, I’m sorry, Senu. I’m hurt in my thigh. My leg won’t move.”

“I’ll help you.”

Enya watched as Senu crawled toward her.

When he finally reached her, he began to pull her with all his strength. Even that small effort was a comfort. Now, standing at the edge of the cliff, she exhaled a sigh of relief as she slowly moved back toward the center of the wide rock with Senu’s help.

As she moved, she took a brief glance at the silent Servia.

Servia remained dazed.

With her raven-black hair, like crow feathers, obscuring her face, she sat motionless.

In that moment, it truly seemed as if Servia was on the verge of death, while Senu was destined to live on. Enya looked at Senu’s face with concern. He appeared remarkably composed. It was hard to believe that he had just been on the brink of death.

The surroundings were excessively quiet.

Enya glanced back at the cliff.

Having narrowly escaped death, she felt utterly drained. Yet her heart raced frantically. She thought to herself while being supported by Senu.

‘Senu might be in better shape than I expected. Perhaps if he receives proper treatment in Nervana and gets enough rest…’

Surprisingly, a sense of hope began to rise within her.

Senu’s presence was desperately needed, not only for Silanda but also for the leprosy people who would eventually go to Nervana.

Enya was also deeply impressed by his strength.

‘He will be a good leader for the remaining people of Aquilea.’

She watched as Senu slowly took one step after another. She was lost in her thoughts, perhaps thinking too far ahead, but her feelings were sincere.

The rain continued to pour relentlessly.

Suddenly, Enya heard Servia muttering something—a sense of foreboding washed over her that made her look up.

Thud—!

In an instant, she felt Senu, who was holding her, stagger backward.

“Huhk!”

Before she could regain her senses, her body was tipping over.

‘What…?!’

Enya’s eyes widened in shock.

Everything was happening so quickly. In that fleeting moment, she caught sight of the spear piercing through Senu’s chest.

Servia had thrown the spear at them.

Enya screamed.

“Senu!”

Before her horrified gaze could even fully reach Senu, their bodies were tipping over the edge of the cliff. Then came a voice that should never have been heard.

“No!”

Enya’s heart raced.

…It was his voice.

As always, she thought it must be an illusion. However, the voice was so clear and distinct, calling her name once more.

“Enya…!”

It was definitely his voice.

Enya opened her eyes wide as they fell.

If she wasn’t mistaken, if he had truly come all this way to find her…

If that voice really belonged to him…

She wanted to raise her head and look in the direction from which that voice came, even if it cost her the last remnants of her life.

Before she died, she had to see his face just once. However, her body could not defy gravity and began to plunge endlessly downward. Her body fell mercilessly into the cold water, along with Senu, who was pierced by the spear.

Down they went.