[The Battlefield — The Cliff — Continuation]
"...ZER!!"
Levin's scream echoed through the mountains and then...nothing. His figure vanished beneath the endless sea of mist, completely gone.
For a single heartbeat, the world became silent. Zeramet stood frozen at the edge of the shattered cliff; his golden eyes remained fixed upon the abyss below. His hand was still stretched forward, as Levin's fingers were still only inches away.
As though if he reached just a little farther, he could still save him. His voice came barely audibly. "No...no..."
Without another thought, he stepped forward, ready to throw himself into the abyss.
GRAB!!
A pair of trembling hands seized his arm.
"Malik!" Arkhazunn held onto him with every ounce of strength in his body. "No. Please...you cannot."
Zeramet turned; his face was filled with terror, and then he violently tore his arm free. "STAY AWAY!!"
