Grief

[Sage! Wake the fuck up! I'm about to get executed in the abyss!] The mage wore a calm facade even as he screamed internally. Not that he knew what the abyss was but he didn't want to die so young.

"Very well. The human will be fed to the abyss tomorrow. Gather before the statue of Lusha at the hour of the sun."

[I ran my mouth because you said you wouldn't let me die! We're both going to die now. Were you lying to me?!] Syryn screeched inside his mind. [How old am I anyway? I probably haven't even done the deed with anyone! I can't die a virgin!] He said, unaware that his precious chrysanthemum had already been plucked a dashing blond anti mage who was losing his mind on the surface world.

Despite Syryn's attempts at calling out the unreliable sage, his head was a chamber of echoing emptiness. Still, he felt the sage's presence with him and it gave him a measure of comfort.