Miel was shoved backwards, falling to the ground in terror as she watched the massive roots of the Spiritual Tree extend from the crack in the force field shield above Ratlan Palace, descending from the sky like a hunter, piercing Rasul's body.
Under the intense pain of his spirituality being contaminated, Rasul's face had spasmed and twisted, but he still mustered the last of his strength, struggling to pass the Eden Fruit in his hand forward to the half-elf girl who had fallen to the ground.
"Why... why..." Miel's voice trembled as if dazed, "why would you..."
"Miel..." Rasul's bloodless face barely formed a pale smile, "everyone has..."
"...a heavy destiny to bear..."
His body began to gradually become transparent, the erosion spreading rapidly within him.
"Sometimes, to accept it..."
"...takes more..."
"...courage."
The Eden Fruit finally slipped from his hand, rolling to a stop at Miel's feet.
