His world had crashed down on him, and Warden wasn't strong enough to keep standing.
Warden? That wasn't even his name. He had his suspicions about it for some time now... yet having the suspicion proven... It was too hard for him to bear.
He crumbled on the ground, palms hard-pressed against his face, as though trying to rip off his whole existence. Tears welled up from his eyes, but the small amount of salt water wasn't enough to indicate the sheer amount of turmoil he was feeling inside.
Void essence surged within him, answering his inner turmoil; however, it was unable to get out of him, under the pressure of the unbendable presence of the celestial woman. Unable to inflict damage or disperse outside, the void energy began to tear off his skin. A chilly burning sensation crawled up his skin, but he barely reacted.
"Death will not come easily to you," came the woman's voice. "No... for all your sins..."
