The gathered heroes, a mix of weary veterans and curious newcomers, watched in hushed silence. Some, who had only recently met Alex, observed the scene with respect. The weight of the battle.
Twitch! Jian Gang fingers move slightly.
A wave of relief washed over the heroes, a ripple of quiet murmurs replacing the heavy silence. However, their relief was short-lived.
Xiaomara, her brow furrowed in concentration, finally deactivated her healing magic. A collective breath hitched in everyone's throats as they witnessed the lack of response from Alex.
"What happened, Witch Future-seeing?" Lily, blurted out, her voice laced with apprehension.
Xiaomara's eyes, usually sparkling with an otherworldly glow, now held a chilling emptiness. "... I can't feel Alex's soul," she whispered, her voice barely above a trembling breath.
