Chapter 155 Grief and A Trade

When Xavier opened his eyes, the ground was quiet. The ceiling was normal again. No more lightning, and the bright light was also gone.

Dragonborn's body was on the ground. Burned. Not by fire, but by light. His eyes were wide open. But he wasn't moving. Dead. Completely.

Xavier pulled himself up with one hand, crawling over to where Sylve had stood. But there was nothing there. Only her staff and he picked it up.

For a moment, he just stood there, shaking, gripping the staff so hard his knuckles turned white. He wanted to scream, to curse, to do something. But nothing came out. Only tears ran down his face as the empty air around him stayed quiet.

Xavier knew she did it to save him; if she hadn't done that, both of them would ultimately be killed by Dragonborn. He understood that, but he was still angry.