"V-Varon…?"
Elyra blinked, unable to believe what had just happened. Her body reacted on its own as she dashed forward—or so she tried to—but another Light Born raised his hand, and a Wall of Light formed in front of her, cutting her off.
By the time she managed to move past the wall and tried to reach Varon again—
It was already too late.
"Acckk! Why… khrrrkk!!"
Varon's body twitched once, then… it went still. The golden liquid on his wound ate away his endless life force, destroying him from within.
The glow in his veins faded, his eyes lost their shine, and, unable to hold on any longer—
His body fell.
Free falling into the sea below with a plop.
And above the skies, where the Light Borns, the other Eternals following them, and now four Progenitors of Irethol stood… silence fell.
The Progenitors stared at the absurd situation in front of them, frozen. No matter how desperately they tried—
Their bodies just wouldn't move.
"W-W-Why…?"
