Karyk stood there, his hand lingering on the cold stone. He had faced countless enemies, conquered realms, and yet, here he was, unable to protect a single person.
He hadn't just failed in protecting that person but killed that person himself. The irony was not lost on him.
He had always been able to manipulate death, but this was different. The abyss had taken Zena's soul, and that was something even he couldn't counteract as it was a passive skill.
The worst part was that he didn't even feel that bad about it. That was the thing which hurt him the most. He had been fighting the Angels to protect Zena and Gabriel. He stayed behind in Elzeira to protect them.
Even everything else he did, it was with the intention of protecting them. When did his goals change? He couldn't even remember. It all felt so blurry that he could not even locate that long forgotten feeling.
