Let Darkness Fall.
The time that it took to process what was happening took long, longer than it would usually take. Not only for Akhenaton but to everyone that was surrounding him as well. Their brain was still processing the phase of losing Joon Wo, they didn't even have the time to look for him. He was gone, just like that within a moment and another.
Akhenaton stares out at the once beautiful spot, instead of the soft colors of the petals from the tree, it was covered with the harshness of the color red. Scattered on the floor in a pattern that would appear random at first glance. But looking closer, you could see the pattern of the droplets that lead you from the dirt to the dripping tip of the sword that was gripped by none other than Bijan.