"Cough, cough..."
"Crack, crack, crack!"
Fisher's body was turning, bit by bit, into drifting ash, just like Erwin had back then, when he'd suddenly dissolved without the slightest warning right in front of him.
Fisher felt the terror of Death; his vision was growing steadily more blurred, yet still locked onto that radiance ahead. He raised both hands, lifting Elizabeth, guiding her inch by inch toward that light, then drew in a deep breath and, pouring out the last of his strength, hurled Elizabeth toward the mouth of that rift.
"Aaahhhh!!"
At this moment, on the plaza before the Golden Palace, all the Nali people were kneeling in prayer. The Death Law that had blossomed open was slowly stitching together the extra fissures on Xuan Can's body. Yet Valentina and Moli, whom she held in a death-tight embrace, both still stared anxiously at the pitch-black rift in the center of the square.
"Plop!"
