Lucilia turned to look.
It was Chadite, her face stained with tears, unable to stem her sorrow in this sea of sorrow, tears streaming down.
"Together."
"Yeah!"
The two women tightly grasped Alka's arm, the one reaching desperately towards life, and pulled upwards with all their might.
With Chadite's help, Alka finally slowed his relentless descent.
Their combined strength against Alka's downward momentum reached a stalemate.
But this state wouldn't last long.
Chadite and Lucilia's resistance was limited; the tides of sorrow were too overwhelming.
"BELLOW!"
Outside, the Illusion clung tightly to Alka. Chadite leaned against its other side, her hand gripping one of its antlers.
Through a deeper connection, using the Illusion as a conduit, they entered Alka's Soul World.
A high-pitched deer call echoed. The gold and silver from the Soul Crystal almost completely gushed out.
The deer's head lifted, observing this scene.
The Illusion lacked the authority for this.
