Even in death, Elias did not truly die. His mind… his will, refused to give up, and he had fought for every second to activate Commander Yseult's drop of Lumina.
At the beginning, the darkness had slowly descended over him, until he had been inside the darkness, and it had been so… cold. The darkness was not soft or welcoming, not while he resisted it. It pressed against the last spark of him who remained, and Elias could only fight back the only way he could…by not giving it what it wanted.
As the hours turned to days, Elias came to realize that something in him was broken; his sheer need to control his fate did not seem natural, but he couldn't question the reason he was the way he was. He could only learn to live with himself and the choices he made.
And what he had decided upon in this moment was that he was not going to die, especially not to a fragment of a goddess that had forgotten she was dead.
