Amael died.
Or maybe Edward Falkrona.
It was hard to tell who he really was anymore—especially for those who had only known him for a short time. But his death, whoever he had been in the end, left a scar.
Christina Olphean was crying loudly in Alea's arms.
She had finally found her brother Amael… and lost something else.
Someone who had become very important to her. Only when she watched him vanish, watched him break and disappear in front of her eyes, did she understand how much space he had taken in her heart. Realizing it now, at the very end, shattered her.
The only other one crying was Milleia.
She was on her knees, on the spot where he had disappeared, fingers digging into the broken ground as silent tears fell one after another. Her lips moved weakly around his name, as if saying it enough times might pull him back. It didn't. She stared at the empty space with a disbelief that refused to crack into acceptance.
