"What um… What do you need my help with?" Levia timidly asked.
She found that being confident and forward was much easier with the other girls around. Now one-on-one, it was actually much tougher not to crumble and fold.
"You'll see," Amon answered plainly as he continued walking.
"The outer altar?" The path they were following made it obvious. "What happened to…?"
Her words trailed off as she noticed the fallen rubble and hole in the ground right in front of the outer altar.
"I see," Levia muttered.
She knelt near the jagged hole, brushing her fingers over the fractured stone. The altar's once-glowing veins of mana were now cold and colorless, their pulse extinguished.
Amon stood beside her in silence.
The faint light from above cast long shadows containing the Blood Moon Reaper's Arm.
