It felt like millennia had passed since that day. Brean was gone and she was now alone in this putrid realm. She had watched as the place decayed and blackened around her, and she felt nothing. It was like a dream, her floating apart from it all, but never to wake. Fenrir… What have I done to you? Are you even still alive, my love? Zephyr retreated back into the crumbling building, her face set in despair. She was alone her now, the other Captains drifting with the years. Chamaros had been the first to leave, to no one's surprise; she’d always hated it here. One by one, the others had disappeared along with her. I shall rot here alone. It shall be my atonement…