The Hall of the Council of the Liquid Spirits was steeped in a somber atmosphere. The glowing orbs that represented the lives of its members floated in the air, and the absence of one of them was palpable.
Arieth, one of the bravest and most powerful among them, had fallen in battle, and the news of his death resonated like a distant yet unstoppable echo in the hearts of those present.
Elidyr, standing in the center of the room, watched the crystalline droplets floating before him. His usually impassive face was tinged with deep sadness. Arieth wasn't just a comrade; he was a brother.
The bonds forged during long battles against the Abysmals had united them as a family beyond blood. Seeing the fragment of Arieth's life disintegrate in his hands filled him with a sense of helplessness that he couldn't suppress.
