His legs trembled as badly as his thoughts.
No longer could he stand the weight on his body and mind, he sunk to his knees.
Was what the fearling told him true? Was that why Celestial Penelum wouldn’t burn him away? Was he to turn into that sad, weak little shadow?
The rain… his ears still rung with those awful screams, but he could feel the rain. A new scent filled his lungs that was so light, but so cleansing, he just wanted to breath in more.