Gehrman died.
He died within a mausoleum—a desolate grave set upon a dead planet where no life remained, a place no one even knew existed.
There were no screams, no mourning… no tears—except for Shiva's, as she collapsed to the ground, weeping when Gehrman's vessel finally shattered.
She cried because she understood what that man had endured across endless ages, striving to fulfill an impossible task that would have broken anyone else.
And yet… he completed it perfectly. He gave his life, gave everything, to set the pieces in place and pave the way for his return.
His death was not grand, and no one would ever know of it—save for one. And still… it carried a weight heavy enough to change the course of history itself.
The Engineer had finally found rest, entrusting everything to the king he believed in ... the king who lay drowned in darkness, yet whose world had never shone brighter.
