Skyler's figure appeared outside the top guild of the Human Continent—a square, tall building surrounded by many others.
It was situated directly across from the bustling city that housed the Royal Castle.
Guild members in training or casual attire were gathered outside in silence, many of them floating mid-air as they stared at the cracked sky stitching itself back together.
He did not notice the Queen or the familiar tall man with purple eyes among them—the man who was using the last of his strength to mend the sky, even as the cracks across his body grew more pronounced and blood slipped from his lips. Queen Elizabeth's icy eyes were red-rimmed as she watched her husband give his all, yet couldn't help him.
Her fists clenched. If it were up to her, she would have dragged him back to the castle to rest. But he would not listen. He wanted to help the people she ruled. Funny enough, she did not care much about those people.
She only cared about his well-being.
