The greatsword in Joshua's vanished, just as Fattrovi's body did. The warrior then looked above, at the rift upon the zenith of the world. It was the dimensional fault connected to the World Inner: His battle against the Ruler of Time had shattered the barrier, connecting the Celestial Hall to the real world.
At present, pale blue soul energies were wafting like snowflakes from the skies all over, melting. All life watched as those starry lights descended, with time seemingly freezing there.
Fattrovi was dead; his life was ended.
