For a brief second, it felt like the ground left him.
Rex tried to remain steadfast, to keep his composure—but he had done too much, promised too much, only to fail at the final moment. He could have accepted—an outright defeat. But to fail when he was a few steps away from saving her? That, Rex could not accept.
He simply couldn't.
But reality couldn't be denied or overwritten.
And that bitter fact was made absolutely clear by the blowing dust before him.
Even though his body, mind, and soul were destroyed right now from obtaining the last material to make the cure, none felt draining as this moment. The Divine Chalice in his hand, it felt like it weighed a ton now, and his arm trembled from holding it up.
Despite the muteness of the Banished Realm, his pounding heart hammered his eardrums loud and clear.
In this moment, everything felt bleak and verdant at the same time.
Like there were a lot of emotions rushing into him, but his senses and mind couldn't process them.
