They all felt the exact same thing, the agonizing, abrupt severance of a connection they hadn't even realized was cradling them. It was as if the faint, maternal warmth quietly humming in the background of their lives had suddenly been extinguished. The sensation was so visceral, so overwhelming, that tears began to stream uncontrollably from the eyes of millions before their minds could even register what had happened.
High above the atmosphere, where the void of space met the upper strata of the atmosphere, Ragnar froze mid-blade clash.
Engaged in a relentless duel with Yuki, the sudden, hollow ache in his soul made his heart stutter. Sensing the shift, he violently parried a incoming arc of energy and used the recoil to create immediate distance, breaking off the engagement. Ignoring the ongoing clash, he turned and allowed gravity to seize him, falling back toward the world of Nana below.
