A/N: Hello, everyone! Thanks to the new subscribers! And thank you very much to everyone who have read to the end! It feels sooooo weird to post the last chapter of The Creatures. I'm kinda sad but also happy. I want to finish the story but also kinda don't want to. AAAAARRGH!!! I hope you enjoy~ :')   2017.04.23 I’ve been writing this memoir for almost one year now. It was to relate Sung Yong Gi’s life, who started as an average Human, and ended up bravely sacrificing herself to save a big part of the world, if not all of it. And it was also to help ease my longing. She was my protégé and my best friend. It had become completely normal to see her, be with her and talk with her about random things that were popping out of our minds. Writing had always been the best outlet for me. But I’m about to write the last page of this book, and close it for good.   Suddenly without any leader, the Dark Creatures started to panic. A few of them were saying they could still fight, but most were flying away. Eventually, only our army was left on the island. Since the battle, there were no manifestation of the Dark Creatures. We didn’t doubt they would come back. But for now, it was calm. Maybe too calm. But there was nothing we could do, and nothing we actually wanted to do. What happened to Yong Gi was still engraved strongly in our memories. Even if we tried to remember her smile and her smooth voice, we couldn’t chase away the last image of her we had seen and the painful sounds that were coming out of . What she had done was a big shock as well. Yeoshin’s powers had become one with Yong Gi, making her half Deity. And she used the power of words (like she did, although involuntarily, when we first met) to deprive Satan and Fyhdohr of all their Maryeok and magic. Only Deities possess that capacity, and it’s the most difficult to control. Nonetheless, she did it perfectly. But taking in that much magic and Maryeok that is corrupted and venomous destroyed her body. She had literally been disintegrated. That was the most horrifying thought I ever had...   As of us, we were trying to continue living normally, somehow. It was really hard at first. Seok Jin was inconsolable. Yoon Gi stayed in the village but was nowhere to be found all day, except when he was sleeping. Ho Seok went down to Gwangju and didn’t give any news for a while. Ji Min, who had left Busan to settle in Seoul, spent all his time in the forest or out of the village, healing until having no strength left and collapsing on his bed. Tae Hyung had completely closed his mind to humans’ wishes and couldn’t think of anything beside Na Young and trying to get her to talk with him. But she was locked up in her tent, and avoiding him. Because she felt guilty to be able to do things Yong Gi wouldn’t be able to do anymore. Like being with the one she loves. I was keeping track of our scattered squad while writing this memoir, and trying to find Jung Kook, who left for months only The Creator knows where, without telling anyone. Things slowly started to come back to normal only four months ago. Na Young came out of her tent and Ho Seok came back from his hometown. Yoon Gi stopped hiding and Seok Jin stopped crying. Tae Hyung and Ji Min found a new friendship and hung out together. We all started to meet up in the village, to talk, and to go out together. We also searched Jung Kook. And, as Tae Hyung suggested, decided to stick together, because Yong Gi wouldn’t like that we fall apart ‘because of her’. Then, three months ago, the Celestial appeared in the village. And asked us to follow him to Silmido. We were all hesitant at first. But he insisted, saying that we needed to visit Yong Gi, that it would be good for us. And we didn’t understand this, until arriving on the island. It had been in big part destroyed by the battle. There was nothing alive left. Except a tree. One single tree. Exactly where Yong Gi disappeared. Flowers had been settled on the ground around the trunk. And the Korean letters for Sung Yong Gi had been carved in the wood. Jung Kook said, “It was unfair that she didn’t have a place for her memory. And it was unfair that we didn’t have a place to visit her.” We couldn’t not agree with him. And that simple tree became our haven of peace, as we tried to live on. Farewell, Yong Gi. We love you. THE END     “Oppa. You’re ready?” Na Young entered the angel’s tent after a light knock. He was seating at his desk, like he had been doing a lot for the past year. But this time, he was only staring at the book opened on the desk. He hummed to answer the girl. And closed it as he got up. “Is it... completed?” “... Yes... It is.” Nam Joon went out first. Na Young gave a last glance to the memoir bef