Asran soon began to weaken, and soon collapsed to his knees. His armor spitting up bits of fire before dying out. Nadia, and Wrath looked panicked as they saw Asran’s eyes start to dull in their glow. “He’s really become too weak... hasn’t he,” Nadia said. Her voice filled with such sorrow, and regret. 

“There’s not a lot that can help him anymore,” Wrath said. She looked away her hands clenching into fists of rage. “If only you’d realized your mistake before you could do what you did Astoria. Maybe things would have been different. Maybe he’d have been able.” Wrath cut herself off as she looked at her brother. His black armor turning grey, and flaking off. “Maybe we sons can still fix this... Maybe just maybe pride can fix this with his magic.” She looked at Ayrie.