"I am sorry you guys have to be part of this..." Ossa finally tore his gaze away from the approaching abomination. His expression was solemn, unwilling to sacrifice anyone but himself. Yet, this was the only way, and he had no choice but to accept their help.
"Don't fret, ##$##. We've lived long enough..." Alpher laughed, tugging at his friend's shoulder.
His twin felt otherwise. His expression was gloomy as he looked from the approaching abomination to himself, his gaze finally scanning his surroundings—taking in the chaos, convincing himself that this was the only way.
"I couldn't help last time..." He muttered, trying to justify what he must do.
Rohan, on the other hand, said nothing. His presence was barely noticeable as he stood among them, his usual nonchalance gone—replaced by a sense of purpose. His gaze was resolute as he fixed it on the approaching Exitium.