Meanwhile, in the corridors of the Arcanum, Aveline doubled over as if something had struck her from within.
The warmth that had wrapped around her moments ago, the quiet, and steady presence she had clung to without question… vanished.
Just… gone…
It was as though a thread tied to her very soul had been severed in a single, brutal motion.
Her breath hitched sharply, her fingers tightening around the now lifeless token as a hollow ache spread through her chest. And as she looked at it, the token cracked in her hand.
"No!" she screamed, holding the token closer to her chest, as if it were a dying child.
The faint images that had flickered behind her eyes… those glimpses of Theron, of the figures surrounding him… all shattered into nothing. One moment, she had seen a shadowed figure raise a weapon toward him… and the next…
Nothing.
"I… can't see…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Theron, are you well?"
