The Altar was nowhere to be seen. Only its shattered remnants could be seen around.
In place of the Altar, there was a puddle of blood that had once been sealed. As soon as the Altar broke, the blood was released.
Above the blood, a young boy was floating. A sharp blood red spike had impaled his chest, but it wasn't Karyk's doing. Instead, the blood itself had attacked the Prince on its release.
High in the sky, the Angels came to a sudden stop, their faces distorting in anger and disgust.
There was absolute silence around the entire place which was only broken when the King's laughter echoed all around.
"It's done!" The King laughed heartily as he looked at the spike in his son's chest. The Prince was lying lifelessly with his eyes closed.
He was not breathing anymore. Only a tear of blood was trickling down his cheeks. It was as if he could still hear his father's voice even as he was being devoured by the abyss.
