As I fell, my sight was fixed on the Divine.
He turned back towards the cliff and the portal with a blade of light in his hands. A shadow, black as the night, flew towards him. One moment, he was ready to fight, at the next, a blade seemingly made of darkness pierced his heart.
The Divine's lifeless body plummeted into the sea below, along with me. I reached up with my hand as the dark, wavy surface of the water neared with frightening speed.
The figure up above sheathed the dark bladed sword, then folded its feathery, black wings. His bright purple eyes met with mine as his lips formed a thin line. He flew down towards me, leaving a trail of black smoke and embers behind.
Perhaps moments before I fell into the dark depths of the sea, I felt his grip around my wrist. My shoulder ached as his grip suddenly stopped my fall. I gritted my teeth, hoping it wasn't dislocated.
