Damien closed his eyes, his soul burning. He braced himself for the end.
He waited for the cold embrace of the Void.
He waited for the explosion that would wipe him from existence to save the people below.
But the cold never came.
Instead, he felt warmth.
It started as a single speck of light rising from the shattered hull of the Ancient War Titan below. Then another. Then a thousand.
VWMMM.
Damien opened his eyes.
The ground was glowing.
From the mech where Alaric and Leona hid, streams of white light shot up into the sky.
From the Dwarven lines where King Durin stood, a river of golden motes ascended.
But it didn't stop there.
From the distant horizon, from the Elven Forests, from the Human Slums, from the Dragon Lands, millions of lights were rising.
They ignored distance. They ignored time. They rushed toward him like a reverse meteor shower.
[System Alert: External Will Resonance Detected.]
[Source: The Continent of Elias.]
