“Eithan?” For some reason, even in the face of the imminent apocalypse, Eithan’s absence alarmed him. He untangled himself from Yerin, Blue, and Orthos, and he drifted a short distance away to where he’d last sensed the Archlord. Eithan was still there, on his hands and knees, heedless of the dirt on his clothes. His fingers tightened on the soil, and his back shook. It took Lindon a long moment to realize that Eithan was quietly sobbing. Tears plopped to the ground one at a time. Lindon placed a gentle hand on his back, but Eithan didn’t respond. “Thank you, Eithan,” Lindon said quietly. “For
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