A silence trailed the end of his statement. Leaving enough room for the trio to relapse into their thoughts.
The moment was over. Their task ended as the light that once flared alive in Morris's eyes drained its last battery.
With it, was the quiet of his heart and the stillness of his bones.
Death had finally embraced him.
The sight, though a far cry from how Mila's death may have played out, still held a heavy weight.
His presence— his strength— had left a mark on the world. Whether or not he had fought well for the cause of his leader.
'Though….that leader is dead.'
One of them, at least.
He could confirm it.
Not obviously as he was far away from her presence, but subtly, in the air.
Miasma had been cut off. Mana too, and a part of Aura.
If it were a normal clash of Transcendent, then mana and aura alone would have been affected.
'But Miasma?'
That spoke volumes.
