Hakki could not help but tear up more and more as time passed, he knew that it was something that was inevitable. It was not going to be changed, there was no way of saving his friend right now. Jormungandr, the Sixth Spirit of the Serpents was about to die slowly and without any other out come at all. He was about to be gone soon enough. Although the Fifth Spirit of Hunting initially hated the fact that he was being betrayed and such, but now that he got to understand just how his friend was feeling, how Jorm was actually feeling deep inside and he heard it himself straight from his mouth, he could not help but bawl out in tears.