Delia’s POV

My mother's life, from her dating days with my father to her death, flashed through my mind in a whirlwind of emotions. It felt like I was reading the book of her life.

As this book reached its final pages, I couldn't control my emotions any longer and began to cry uncontrollably. My tears continued to fall onto the Guardian Spirit.

Now, her form had become almost completely transparent. If I extended my paw, I could even pass through her body.

She seemed to have exerted all ...