As Astron's body collapsed to the ground, his strength utterly spent, a strange pulse rippled through the air. From the fallen Void Dragon, a bubble of chaotic, purplish energy began to seep out, twisting and spiraling, moving with a malevolent intent toward him.
The energy crackled, dense, and overwhelming, carrying with it the fury and essence of the defeated Primordial Demon.
Just as the dark energy neared Astron, a soft glow emanated from the necklace resting against his chest. From within it emerged the faint, ethereal form of Estelle, appearing more solid and composed than ever before.
Her expression was a blend of sadness and faint regret as she regarded her unconscious brother, who lay battered and drained beneath her gaze.
"Brother…" she whispered, her voice gentle yet filled with an almost maternal warmth. Estelle reached out, brushing her hand softly along his face, her touch ghostly but filled with affection.