(Meanwhile, within the Black Hole, Soron's POV)
Inside the crushing silence of the black hole, Soron's eyes snapped open.
The endless hum of refinement stilled for the first time in months, as something inside his soul tore apart.
He felt the fragment die.
A shard of himself that he had buried deep within Charles long ago, which was now extinguished all of a sudden.
'No—'
He thought, as he felt his heart skip a beat.
'Not Charles….'
He prayed, yet despite his plea, a flood of images began to play in his mind, portraying Charles's final moments.
*Slash*
He saw Raymond's blade cleaving.
Charles bleeding.
His limbs falling one after another.
*Wince*
He winced in pain, as he saw Charles remaining defiant even as his body was carved away.
Until finally— Charles's head was severed, putting an end to the Great Monarch's life.
'My friend….'
Soron thought, as his chest ached.
