Bless my wings

ㅤ Never before had Walter been so exhausted that his legs could no longer support him. Only his wings saved him, carrying him away, where he wanted to find salvation. Not for himself. For the Merines. The people of the land must not, under any circumstances, prevent her from fulfilling her destiny. The burden of four thousand years, the fate of all the people of the water, rested on the Merines' fragile shoulders, and Walter was her faithful, reliable support. But the shield shattered… Walter didn't dare give up. He was driven by duty and promise. A promise he'd made to her… Consciousness tried to slip away, showing unnecessary images through the vision-absorbing veil of darkness. "Your wings… are beautiful," Fenimore said shyly. And Walter was ready to swear that at that moment she was no less holier than the Merines, not disdaining a blasphemous thought. "Let me bless them…" Walter involuntarily admired the blush and almost allowed Fenimore to carry out her plan, but in time he covered her hands with his palm and lowered them. "Don't waste your blessing on me. Give it to the Merines instead." "Of course," she laughed sweetly, hiding an embarrassed smile in a half-turn. "But my blessing is enough for everyone. Well, at least for those who are dear to me." The dark shroud grew thicker, and Walter could barely make out the landscape ahead. Stubbornness drove him toward his goal — a colossal machine capable of crushing Senel once and for all. All he needed was one more push! "Fenimore…" the confident voice faded to a barely audible whisper. "We will meet again soon. Until then... bless my wings." One more push. Just one… ㅤ