The devastating explosion carves a vortex in the heart of the clash, ripping sky and earth into a spiraling void. I feel her spirit flicker, then fade, and the bond between us severs like a snapped thread. Come back… My soul cries out, but she does not. Of course she won't. Even Malrang has perished.
And yet... he remains.
The Creator straightens, wiping the blood from his lips as though it were nothing more than wine. Around him, the purple ashes drift upward, dissolving into the air, carrying the last trace of her away.
I collapse against the bars of my cage. I have no strength left to fight, no fire left to give. And still, within me, my sins churn, spinning wildly, their power foreign even to me. They claw and surge, refusing to let me fall into despair, anchoring me against the madness that threatens to consume me whole.
BOOM!
BOOM! BOOM!
