When the wyvern and her rider vanished inside a glowing light, Natha could not fathom what had happened. He stood there, stunned, frozen, with an outstretched hand reaching out to an empty space.
That emptiness, on the tip of his fingers, felt devastatingly familiar. A feeling he struggled against long, long ago.
"What...what..."
For a second, his vision went dark. Amidst the cold and darkness, Natha instinctively sought a source of light, and turned toward the only light left in his life.
"M-my son..." the Demon Lord--no, the nightmare who just experienced a nightmare, scrambling forward with staggering steps. "My flower..."
But his advance was halted by a blazing wall of Salamander's fire.
Startled, Natha widened his shaking eyes. "What...are you doing?"
