Vivian carried Elrian on her back, passing by Geoffrey.
The half-unconscious man was like a corpse, leaning on her narrow shoulder. His twisted, blood-stained legs dragged across the ground with a coarse sound.
Geoffrey reached out, trying to grab that foot.
But his fingers were powerless. Even when they touched the tattered fabric of Elrian's pants, he could only watch helplessly as it slipped through his fingers.
The strange girl who broke into the basement ultimately took away Orenze's Crown Prince.
Their shadows stretched long and bizarre on the stairs, then faded away.
Geoffrey struggled to get up, pressing on his aching heart, and stumbled outside. He couldn't see the surroundings clearly, his vision filled with Sherick's grinning face. The biting frost and burning poisonous flames howled through his body, tearing his tortured soul to pieces.
The goddess of despair was kissing him.
He became that forlorn little lord he once was.
Geoffrey left the basement.
