Hearing those words felt like another heavy blow to their chests. Just when they had believed Krono might still remain with them in some form, that fragile hope shattered again.
"Is there truly no other way?" Erend asked, his voice echoing through the link, strained and unwilling to accept it.
Erend, Eccar, and Aesa hovered in a loose circle around Zerathul's remaining fetus-like form, which clung desperately to existence.
The malformed head trembled, its tentacles curling inward as if sensing its end.
Above them, the sky remained fractured and drowned in chaotic elemental Magic left behind by the battle. But now that chaos began to decay. The darkness peeled away from the sky like dead skin, breaking apart and falling downward as drifting ash, dissolving before it could ever touch the ground.
