The silence in the throne room of Terminus was heavier than the marble that lay shattered everywhere. The smoke from Mira's explosive arrows and the icy trail of Roshia's magic mingled with the metallic scent of divine and mortal blood.
In the center of that chaos, Kai lay motionless, a hollow shell of the hurricane of destruction he had been just moments ago. Lyla saw nothing else. Her hands, white and trembling, were pressed into Kai's chest, emitting an emerald green glow that flickered violently. Each time the glow intensified, she grew even paler.
"Stay with me, Kai! Don't you dare leave me again!" Lyla pleaded, her voice broken. Tears fell onto the young man's blood stained cheeks, washing small furrows through the grime of battle.
