750. The Living, The Dead & The Dying

"Father! It's me… Xye… Hold my hand!" 

Sylvester heard that voice, and as if every cell in his body worked towards it, he tried to reach for it. "Xye-Xylena?" 

"Take my hand!"

He didn't know what he was reaching for, but that voice, filled with so much compassion, fear, and desperation, moved his body on its own. His fading, dying body that was nothing more than a formless essence found the last ounce of hope. 

He had no hands, so he simply tried to feel the crack in that void. Giving off a very different sensation, he reached in, with Dalgan, Zenith, and Miraj shoved before him. But to his utter shock, an actual hand came out of that crack.

"Hold it!" Sylvester roared and pushed Dalgan, Zenith, and Miraj forward. 

"Meow!" Miraj tried to resist being pushed forward. "You come too, Max! I won't go!"

Sylvester pushed forward, "I'm not leaving you… don't worry."