There was misery, hopelessness, despondency.
Then there was despair.
Anguish.
But even all of those compounded together probably wouldn't have equated to the feeling of reality itself simply shutting down.
It was as though Rhazira had heard one sharp, deafening tone that effectively cut her off from existence, because no part of her wanted to believe what her barely functioning eyes were showing her.
He...
Khan... he...
She couldn't even finish the thought.
Because the only thing that managed to rise above the emptiness consuming her was the sudden, overwhelming realization of how unfair it was that she hadn't died with him.
As a halfling and a wyvern who'd long since been turned into some sort of pseudo-dragon, even in the end, it seemed fate still wanted to mock them.
They didn't even share the same kind of fated mating bond. There was no tangible proof that their love, no matter how strong it had once been, was something that would bind them together forever.
