With steady steps, Rhydian walked towards it.
It looked up at him, with its detached head, barely clinging to its lifeline.
"I am special....you know...." it croaked.
Rhydian crouched beside it, his gaze was cold, and with a stern voice, he said, "In this world, except for the heroes, nothing is special."
The abomination's eye widened, it wanted to say more, but couldn't, as it took its last breath, and its one eye turned dim.
Rhydian stood there in silence, and finally, after a moment, he exhaled, and let the silence settle.
The altar cracked further, crumbling into black ash, the ichor that had poisoned the ground began to turn into ash and dust, fading into nothingness, and the malevolent energy that had choked the area had been lifted.
Jonan and the others finally dared to move, Elias fell to his knees hardly breathing, Marla clutched her blade like a lifeline, and Edric was completely focused on Rhydian.
