Joar's form dissipated, his features blurred, like mist caught in a gentle breeze. His body, once a shimmering presence, turned into wisps of ethereal light, gradually becoming more translucent. The room grew colder, and the ambient light seemed to dim as if Joar's departure was drawing the warmth and light away with him.
"Answer me!" Jerrick shouted, his voice desperate and trembling. He needed the truth to protect his Songbird, to make sense of the chaos swirling around him.
"Jasmine deserves happiness. It's fine if she forgets me," Joar's voice echoed softly in the room, though his form was now almost entirely gone. The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, filling the space with a haunting, bittersweet resonance.
Jerrick's heart pounded, a mix of fear and determination coursing through him. "She needs the truth, Jerrick..." Joar's voice echoed in bits and pieces, fragmented and fading. "Tell her the truth…"
