Even with the absence of the gloomy mist, Azemo still felt the darkness as he looked towards his master. Another incredible sacrifice had been made and Azemo felt sick to his stomach as his eyes teared up.
It had been Kaede that had taught him the spear, Kaede who had shown him things besides fighting, and most importantly Kaede who had given him someone to care about after the destruction of demon kind. Azemo could not fathom a world without her because she was more than one being to him, she was everyone he cared about wrapped into a small package.
Time seemed to stand still and even Shade was caught up in the moment. The dragon should not have felt sorrow, but he did and for a brief second he closed his powerful blue eyes.
Azemo was sinking into an abyss of despair when it happened. As if the creator was pushed aside by some other force, Kaede's ragged body suddenly took a shallow breath.
