The soul of Staff fractured into pieces, and her mind was broken. Her Will held her together, but even this was a fading bulwark against the pressure that could shatter eternity.
'This was a trap. There is no way I could have held this back. Primordial Demon, you want my father to fail!'
Staff cried out in anguish, knowing that if her father knew that she had given up her life to ensure the stage of combat that would determine his freedom was completed in time, he might lose a bit of momentum in his fight, and in a battle of that level, the most minor changes could be dangerous.
'No, I cannot accept this, I cannot die, not before I hear the voice of my father!'
