Silence reigned for a long, breathless moment as the forces of the Alliance and the Vorometallicae stood frozen, staring at the place where Fefnir had fallen. His death alone was enough to declare the collapse of the Chaovoratities Plane, yet fate delivered another blow. The screams of Apophis, once thunderous enough to shake continents, faded into nothingness. Before the eyes of all, the soul and life force of the leader of the Sacred King guttered out like a candle drowned in darkness, marking the absolute end of his existence.
The remaining Voroes—those few still alive—stared at the sight with horrified disbelief. A heartbeat later, everything inside them crumbled. The last remnants of battle-will within their souls shattered completely. They could no longer fight. Their minds, crushed by despair and death, were incapable of logic. Panic surged through their bodies, and they scattered in every direction, running without aim or sense.
It was futile, of course.
