Awel's last words were still echoing in Darian's mind... her voice fading slowly, carried away by the soft breeze—gentle, yet cold and cruel as it brushed over him...
Darian's mind fell into chaos. Tears started overflowing; a wave of pain and grief swallowed his entire being. The memories of almost five years spent with the three of them stabbed at his soul like daggers.
"How did it come to this!? Why is this happening! I... I should've noticed something was wrong!"
Darian let out the most anguished scream of his life and slowly dropped to his knees.
It all happened way too fast.
In just seconds, Darian had accepted being taken over; then suddenly, the three acted and sacrificed themselves to save him.
The Radiant King twisted in the skies, overwhelmed by immense pain, but he was forcing what little power he had left under control. The moment Darian fell to his knees, the King steadied himself.
"YOU LITTLE BASTARD! I HOPE YOU HURRY UP TO THE NEXT STAGE!"
