The silver grass of the courtyard was entirely gone, replaced by the abstract terror of the planetary core. Valeria cradled Ignis's head on the flawless blue glass of the infinite archive. The silence of the room was a stark contrast to the shrieking static of the God of Destruction waiting just outside the white archway. Ignis was completely motionless. The ashen grey color of his scales was spreading rapidly.
She pressed her glowing hands against his armored chest. She pushed a concentrated pulse of her Prime Origin spark directly into his failing heart. It was not a cure. His magical pathways were completely shattered, resembling dry, cracked riverbeds that could no longer hold water. But the golden starlight acted as a temporary, desperate jolt of adrenaline.
Ignis gasped violently. His reptilian eyes snapped open. He coughed, expelling more of the rotting black fluid onto the pristine glass floor. He tried to sit up, his clawed hands scraping weakly against the smooth surface.
