The phantom pain lingering on his fingertips still screamed at his nerve endings.
The touch of Avril's body as it turned to ash—light as nothing, yet heavy as a mountain; the nauseatingly smooth "emptiness" where Duraga had been; the faint yet piercing crackle as Galvis shattered into crystal shards...
Every detail was like a poison-laced Ice Cone, repeatedly carving into his memory and Perception.
Grief was the first tide, submerging everything, bringing with it a salty suffocation and the dull ache of a heart being squeezed.
Regret followed close behind, like maggots clinging to his bones.
'Why couldn't I have noticed sooner?'
'Why can Oath Guardian only save one person?'
'Why am I still not strong enough?'
These emotions washed over him violently, threatening to sweep away what little reason and will he had left, dragging him into the Abyss named "Powerlessness" and "Loss."
However.
