The scene made it look as if Broken Boat were using his own body to purify the absorbed energy, only to transfer it without reservation to the blood moon that grew ever more unrestrained above him.
Renee Kane's expression shifted. She started to move forward, but a single glance from Broken Boat, who had lowered his head to look at her, stopped her in her tracks.
Broken Boat was the same man she had first met—gentle and all-embracing. But now, his eyes held the firm resolve of one who had made a difficult decision, and the bitterness that came with it.
Suppressing the unease in her heart, Renee Kane gritted her teeth. "Are you trying to take it down with you? This is pointless! If you cease to exist, Cerulea will eventually go down the same path as Raloa Island!"
Broken Boat just smiled. He tilted his head back to look at the "moon," now the color of deep blood, and instead of speaking, simply pointed a finger.
Two scenes instantly appeared in Renee Kane's mind.
