So, a Evora who was reduced to a useless husk...
Amidst the sea of flames, Ansel's gaze narrowed as he observed the golden chains sprouting from the throne's backrest.
Upon realizing that Evora was not the recipient of some fortuitous encounter, but rather a prisoner whose power was being drained, Ansel understood that the plan must change.
— Evora could not perish here.
While others might prefer Evora dead, for Ansel, she was the sole individual privy to intelligence about that enigmatic force. This knowledge would prove invaluable in his future machinations against fate.
The cost, however...
Hydral fell into contemplation as he watched the extraordinary beings being guided towards the throne.
How could he persuade his allies not to slay Evora?