The dungeon lay in ruins. The woman on the throne had vanished. And Ikari and Amaterasu, who had barely survived the destruction, were left standing in the aftermath.
Ikari fell to her knees, clutching her chest. "He's… gone."
Amaterasu, for once, was silent. The usual fire in her eyes was nowhere to be found.
The mountain trembled one last time before settling into eerie stillness.
And in the silence, one truth became clear.
Yameri had been consumed by the darkness.
And Tsuki… was dead.