[Continuation of Zoren's Memory]
The sky was gray, and the clouds were thick. Rain poured onto the ground without restraint, drenching everything it could.
Water dripped from the umbrellas as countless were held up to protect those beneath them. The air was solemn as the mass continued under the pouring rain, all eyes on the priest standing behind the coffin.
The priest's voice harmonized with the rain, along with a few quiet sobs from the crowd.
Zoren stood under an umbrella, staring emotionlessly at the priest.
"For the family," the priest paused, nodding at the grieving family. "Please say your farewell."
The muffled cries that followed grew louder as some people moved closer to the coffin.
A woman, in her sixties, wept as she hugged the coffin. The umbrella that had been protecting her from the rain toppled over, with some of her children holding her shoulders. Even then, her adult children cried behind their sunglasses.
