"Rest, by my daughter's side."
Cleopatra muttered the last words of her speech, and Eryl fell to her knees, dagger in hand and a growing pool of blood on the floor.
"ERYYYYL !!!!!" Freya's cry pierced the air.
The servant, finally able to move again, brought a hand to her chest.
There was only one wound left, a deep gash opening over the heart, and while she had regained the power to move, she had now lost the power to use her energy.
A tear fell from Cleopatra's left eye, and she placed her hands in the shape of a prayer and looked up at the ceiling.
"Please, God, welcome this girl into your world with your arms wide open, receive this soul, and lead her into the world beyond infinity."
Everyone from Ambrosia looked devastated, frozen, unable to move, only Freya could react actively, but all she could do was struggle and scream.
"Eryl! Eryl!!! Somebody, help! Somebody! Anyone!!! ERYYYYL!!!"
