After The War

The king of Akkadia had tried to drag himself towards Xion and Emma. Despite every piercing agony in each of his movements, the words of his wife had made hope foster once again in his chest.

So he moved, even when he could barely even stand up to walk.

Each step was hell for him.

One wrong wind and the king would have fallen and might have never gotten up again. 

Therius was staggering, every inch of his body in excruciating pain as he tried to keep himself alive with sanomancy. 

He wasn't strong enough to heal his heart any further by creating new tissues immediately, but he kept his body alive just to make him reach his wife and his former best friend.

And yet when he saw Xion reach out for Emma, tried to convince her that it wasn't worth it to sacrifice herself for his sake… all Therius could see was the love in Emma's eyes and the tears that rolled down her cheek.

She was in so much pain and desperately wanted Xion to live.