It all went black. Then it all returned.
Reality blinked.
Caine stood over Autumn's dead body. The wound in his chest slowly faded, leaving behind only a scar.
The world was absolutely silent. He was the only one left.
Caine looked up to the skies, his lips parting, and his chest heaving as he let out a roar that shook everything around him.
RUMBLE!
His True Will towered and split everything in its path. Veins erupted across his body as his vocal cords tore, and blood filled his throat.
The emotions he had sealed and contained in his heart for years erupted all at once, fueling his Will and forming a mantle of manifested aura around him.
His roar was so primal, it seemed akin to a primordial dragon's final cry, like the lament of a god.
He had fought. He had conquered.
He had battled. He had dominated.
He had decided to live. And he had lived.
His roar was one of victory—uncontested victory.
WHOOSH!
