Damon would never leave. Perhaps that was fine. If everyone he loved was dead, what was the purpose of his life? What meaning did it have anymore?
Kadelas seemed to have spoken some words, but Damon couldn't really hear him. All he could do was watch his homeworld collect countless scars.
Across the leylines of the world, bright lunar magic filled the land.
"It's over," Damon whispered.
"Hahahaha!" Orbitus laughed at the center of the madness as long, dark lines appeared across the world. Aetherus had been reduced to the form of a child, and large crevices split the world apart.
Damon turned his head toward where Doom and Unknown were battling. Little by little, their battle was reaching levels he couldn't even imagine.
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