The Supreme Sovereign remained suspended in the sky. The brilliant aura surrounding their body flickered noticeably now. It still concealed their appearance, but not as completely as before.
Long strands of white hair drifted behind them, stained here and there with golden blood. The wound through their chest remained open.
Golden light seeped continuously from it despite every attempt to contain it. The Sovereign of Darkness appeared beside them almost instantly.
Unlike during the battle, she no longer carried herself with the composure of an undefeated warrior. Her movements betrayed genuine concern.
She reached toward the Supreme Sovereign, seemingly intending to support them. The Supreme Sovereign slowly shook their head.
A quiet refusal.
Even wounded beyond healing, they remained standing on their own.
The Sovereign of Life hovered nearby, her emerald aura dimmer than before. She looked at the wound once more, hope still lingering in her expression.
