"...Why...?"
The question hung in the air, trembling, accompanied by the slow, heavy drip of blood hitting stone like a clap of thunder.
"...I destroyed it all... everything... yet I couldn't save a single soul. Even you... in the end, I'm just too weak..."
The swirl of dark power and black fire roared louder, tearing at the world itself. The man's shadow shook hard as he fell to his knees, his hands clawing at the dark ground beneath him.
"I was supposed to protect everyone... I was supposed to fix the end..." a final, broken cry came from his chest, swallowed by the roaring chaos. "But there is nothing left. I am sorry... I am so sorry..."
In the pitch black, a soft, pale hand reached out, gently touching his cold cheek. A soft, sad hum tried to answer — a broken song that broke into a tearful whisper against his skin.
"It does not matter... if everything ends... I am glad I met you. I... I love—"
