The red light ended.
The symbols, the ritual was no more.
But the Crucible was rumbling.
Malvador was in the air. The Elven army was in front of Pablo's and his army. They were outnumbered from millions.
The soldiers of Forza were facing difficulties to stay on their feet under the rumbling Crucible.
Pablo, like the Commander he was, gave the soldiers enough strength and will to fight for a little more and the soldiers listened as well. They had already suffered enough, they won't make it meaningless by dying. They shall make their suffering count.
After a few more minutes, they didn't have to hold their ground anymore, because the Crucible finally stopped rumbling.
But what replaced it happened to be something more eerie—Silence.
Malvador landed back on the ground and he, along with all the Elves joined their palms and moved their lips.
Even Pablo's ears couldn't pick any sound from their mouths and what remained was silence. Pin drop, head drop, tear drop silence.
