The air inside the tower was as silent as a grave; everyone seemed petrified, standing motionless.
It wasn't until the light of prophecy faded and the shining words extinguished that Rod came to his senses. A chilling wave rose from the bottom of his heart, primal fear coursing through his blood, leaving his limbs cold.
This feeling, he hadn't experienced in a long time.
"Master!"
Asa's voice echoed within his soul, weak yet brimming with restrained delight.
"Quickly send me back to the Dream Realm; I feel uneasy, as if someone is approaching my neck from behind with a sharp knife..."
Only then did Rod shift his gaze, realizing that the stone had entirely shattered, turning to countless ashes, and Beakleus' skull was covered in cracks, though yet to be fully broken. Omir's remnant soul still clung to it.
The Book of Eternity remained unchanged, but Rod distinctly felt Asa's soul becoming stable and solid.
