Yzeira rose from the ground slowly, clutching the center of his chest with one hand, and barely supporting his body with the other. His breaths were heavy. Each rasp found itself blocked off by a wave of blood that rose up from the bottom of the monstrous man's throat. He looked up at the golden hero that, only after an unbelievable series of struggles, towered over him. He felt it deep within his soul. Every one of his retainers faded away, one by one. He was alone again, without anybody to protect him, or to protect. Energy still overflowed from his body, but he couldn't bring himself to shape it. The tear in the sky above them continued to grow as the tower drifted towards it. Yzeira was lost for words.