Slowly Nolan's body started to fade, turning into ash.
Logan stood there. Unmoving. For a long time, he stayed that way. Finally, his lips parted. "Nolan, you brought this on yourself. Don't blame me for being cold. But...
Thanks to you, if I can save Earth and beat the shit out of those monsters who dared to turn humans into such beings, then....
Then I hope you can rest in peace... At least.."
He still didn't move. For a moment, silence swallowed the chamber. The faint crackle of ash scattering across the ground was the only sound. Logan's eyes dimmed, as if a weight pressed down on his chest. But he didn't let it linger. Not now.
A few more minutes passed before he bent down and picked up the orb from the ground.
The orb glimmered faintly under the dim dungeon light, as though it carried a heartbeat of its own. A thin ripple pulsed across its surface, drawing his gaze deeper and deeper.
It was a crystal orb. Silver in colour...
