[Location: The Surface – The Void Shrine]
[Time: 71 Hours, 50 Minutes into the War]
Time soon passed, and silence of the severed wound didn't last.
The Second Prince screamed, retreating into the heart of his Corrupted Buddha.
The Void Shrine rumbled, shaking the broken earth as the Prince drew upon the very life force of the Abyss to heal the unhealable cut on his chest.
However Damien didn't chase him, in face even if he wanted to, he couldn't.
He hovered in the air, his chest heaving.
CRACK.
A sound like breaking porcelain echoed from his own body.
Damien looked down at his hand, Lyra's hand.
The skin along the forearm had split open. There was no blood, only a blinding, golden light leaking from the fissures. The vessel was failing.
[System Alert: Host Body Critical.]
[Vessel Integrity: 3%.]
[Trans-Dimensional Link Stability: 10 Minutes Remaining.]
"Ten minutes," Damien whispered, his voice raspy.
