And in the midst of all this…
"Don't announce my time of death just yet, Outsider."
…!
WAA!
A weak voice echoed out!
It was weak, but there.
The silence that fell upon the Shore was heavy, suffocating.
The air itself seemed to have stopped its flow, holding its breath in the face of what had just transpired.
Across the golden sands, every being stood frozen, a tableau of somberness and shock etched upon their faces!
All eyes were on the small figure of Khor, now a delicate, broken feather drifting down from the sky.
Noah, his own body aflame with a searing, unfamiliar pain, moved with a grace born of lividity.
He flew upward, his tyrannical will overcoming the agony that threatened to unmake him. He reached for her, his arms an anchor in the maelstrom of his own suffering.
As his hands closed around her, a faint sense of life, a weak spark of her immense being, returned to him.
