Zephyrion stood frozen, the rain drenching his dark robes as they clung to his body like a second skin.
The metallic scent of blood mixed with the earthy aroma of wet soil, created an unbearable atmosphere.
Richmond lay motionless on the ground, his chest barely rising with each shallow breath.
Zephyrion's crimson eyes glowed with an intensity that mirrored the storm above, lightning crackling in the distance, illuminating the pain etched on his face.
He dropped to his knees, the impact sending mud splashing around him. His hands trembled as he clenched his fists, digging them into the ground.
A guttural scream escaped his lips, raw and unfiltered, reverberating through the desolate landscape.
Centuries of anguish, frustration, and desperation poured out in that single moment.
He had torn through countless worlds, shattered empires, and obliterated galaxies in his relentless pursuit of power, all to bring Khaterine back to him.
