"I reject the thought," Ikaris stared at Lumi with her brows furrowed, as did Dina and Arla. "He will not die, he is Sol Vestic, my chosen-"
"Not even the great Ikaris can avoid fate forever," Lumi smiled at her remaining calm under the pressure of her hostility that made everyone else feel like ants in het presence. "The fact remains that he is irrefutably powerful, but what is before him is an army of captains that fought against his kind in the great war, if he defies them he will die."
"Are you saying he only has the option of giving up?" Arla asked with a scoff as she incredulously glared at the emissary of Fate. "Clearly, you do not know Master Vestic at all."
"I mean no offence little Arla, I understand that you all have great faith in him, I understand that you are all devoted to him, I know you all love him dearly, I know he will not surrender, it is not his nature, but you must understand; this was always where his journey would end."
