He had buried himself so deep in the foundations of the world's logic that not even the Light of the Law could reach him.
I stood up, the sand slipping through my fingers. The silence that followed was deafening. Even Veydris looked hollowed out, the Synchro-Assimilation breaking as he slumped back, his silver hair shielding his eyes.
"He's gone," Ingi rumbled, his voice thick with a rare, heavy grief. "Pyrion's shadow has truly won this round."
"He didn't choose them," I said, my voice low and dangerous as I stared at the spot where the shard had been. "He was driven there. And we are the ones who pushed him too hard."
I looked around the clearing. The monoliths were still standing, mocking us with a thousand reflections of our failure. The "Sequence" was working perfectly—not by killing us, but by making us so desperate that we scared our own allies into hiding.
