"Let our names live on in history."
"Let our world live on."
One after another.
Swath after swath.
Bursts of golden light erupted upon the surface of the River of Time, like fireworks blooming in the depths of the sea.
At the very end, only four Demigods of the present era remained.
They stood behind Murphy, gazing at the river's surface before them. It had calmed considerably, yet undercurrents still churned beneath.
Aurelius took a step forward.
"Your Majesty, our power is not as great as our ancestors', but our will is just as resolute as theirs. We may not be able to hold back all the gales, but we can hold back our own share."
Celeine stood by his side.
"Your Majesty, I have lost one arm, but I still have the other. I still have two legs, a skeleton, and a heart that still beats. They are all yours."
Elarius said, "Your Majesty, I have spent my entire life protecting the futures of others. Today, I want to protect yours."
