[Silthara Palace — Continuation — The Emperor's Chamber]
"...What's happening...?" Slyvarakh staggered backward, his silver eyes darting wildly around the ruined chamber as his breathing became uneven.
"...Why...? Where are they going?"
Every strand of black mist that had once obeyed him now ignored his command; it rose toward the heavens. It abandoned him like loyal soldiers deserting a fallen king.
"No..." His voice cracked. "No...COME BACK!"
The darkness never answered. Across the shattered chamber... Levin slowly forced himself upright; blood ran from his forehead. Another crimson trail slipped from the corner of his lips.
His robes had become almost entirely red, and yet...a small, cold, and victorious smile appeared as his voice was hoarse.
"It's over...your borrowed power has finally abandoned you."
Silence.
Slyvarakh slowly turned toward him and then...his expression twisted, not into fear but into absolute fury.
"You..."
