The pale golden runes sealed Lysander. He stood frozen like a puppet, his face locked in an expression of shock and stubborn defiance.

The scene tore through Elysium Celestial Palace like an arctic gale, seizing the unease that had begun building after Talmor's defeat and freezing it into bone-chilling silence.

The men and women, who had been indulging in lust and pleasure, had long since collapsed to the ground. Even their trembling had stopped. Only the violent pounding of their terrified hearts broke the oppressive silence.

The wine pool no longer rippled, and the tangled bodies stopped moving. Even the decadent music had died mid-note. It was as if the entire palace was mourning for the two "immortals" who had fallen in succession.

Valindra was also known as the "Earth Goddess". Only a roiling sea of shock remained in those captivating eyes, along with a trace of cold dread she refused to acknowledge

Talmor's defeat could be chalked up to carelessness, to his elemental weaknes