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Ilyhan doubled over in agony and tried to grab the chair by his side to steady himself. He failed and fell to the ground, contorting as he felt his insides being ripped from his body by a hot hand. He had failed and, now, he was feeling the consequences of such failure. He was too late; he wouldn't be able to stop the false Messiah from claiming its abode. It had already entered. He felt it pulsing back into the Universe, away from where it had been, between life and death, back into space and time, and he knew where it was. The only place he could never reach; the Fallen Houses.

"Ilyhan! What's wrong?" Frayne asked, rushing to his side.

Faeliar too was next to him, holding his hand and helping her sister to get him up. He refused to do it; he remained seated on the ground, gasping and shaking his head at them.

"Please…" he whispered weakly, sweating profusely. "I must suffer the consequences of my failure."