In that bone chilling moment, Xalender's spectral form crumbled into dust. This silvery mist flew towards Phenor, swirling around him like a phantom's embrace. It was a chilling sight to behold, the embodiment of death and a king's sacrifice.
All the fallen Kingins, brave warriors who had met their end on the battlefield, all also crumbled to dust, their bodies merging into the once-great ruler's form.
As the dust converged, it went into Phenor's body, trough his open mouth. The flow of time, which had beem frozen, suddenly resumed. The world regained its vibrant hues, and the battlefield came alive once more.
Remarkably, Phenor's wounds vanished, leaving his body unblemished. His eyes, though, were a different story. They blazed with an unnatural intensity, devoid of the life they once held.
