Following the severing of the connection between Maveth and Vithorian, a profound sense of emptiness invaded him. It felt as though an integral part of his very being had been wrenched away, leaving a hollow void in its place. This sensation was starkly different from the faint detachment he experienced when one of his nameless, unintelligent soldiers perished. This time, it was as though a vital piece of his own soul had been torn asunder, leaving an ache that could not be ignored.
Then, an unfamiliar sensation struck Maveth like a thunderclap. Pain, searing, unimaginable pain, ripped through him, akin to having a massive chunk of his flesh violently torn away. The intensity of the agony was so overwhelming that Maveth collapsed to his knees. Ken, startled but instinctively more composed, darted to his master's side, shielding him with a protective stance. Ken's loyalty was unshakable, but even he had never seen Maveth falter like this, and it shook him to the core.
