"Then," Seeker asked calmly, tilting her head slightly, "Are you ready to die?"
Alex Prime frowned, his green eyes narrowing as he prepared another calculated strike.
But something made him pause.
His gaze swept across the burning hall, taking in the devastation for the first time.
Countless Primedivas lay dead or dissipating, their eternal essences scattered like dying motes of light among the flames and rubble.
The realization hit him like a physical blow.
CLANG!!!!
His sword slipped from his fingers and clattered loudly against the cracked floor.
"No…" he whispered, voice hoarse. "This… this can't be—"
Ancestor Seeker let out a soft, genuine laugh that echoed through the inferno.
"Look closely, little Alex. You might want to watch this."
In that moment, her humanoid form began to shed.
Hummmmmmm!
A radiant, overwhelming pressure filled the hall.
