Rain kept falling, but the battlefield felt strangely quiet for a brief moment, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Arim's body drifted apart in the air. The two halves slowly dissolved into black mist before vanishing completely. The rain passed through the empty space where he had been, as if even the sky refused to acknowledge his end.
Azeth's smile finally cracked.
For the first time, his eyes widened, and something ugly twisted across his face. The amusement drained away, replaced by raw fury. His lips trembled as his aura surged without control.
"You…" Azeth growled, his voice shaking the air. "You…"
His gaze snapped toward Ramos, filled with disbelief and rage.
"You are a Demi God!"
Eroju staggered back, lightning still crawling across his body in fading arcs. His shields flickered weakly and then shattered into fragments of light. He stared at the empty sky where Arim had disappeared, his breathing uneven and sharp.
