The transportation crystals shattered like brittle glass, fragments spraying in every direction. The sound echoed like a scream through the stone chamber.
If it weren't for the protective barrier enveloping Xion, he would've been scratched bloody.
That was an expensive trip, he mused, glancing at the glimmering mess of broken shards crunching beneath Darius' boots.
As for him, well, the Archduke didn't let him take a single step before carrying him like a princess.
It was as if he were some naughty kid, who, if not held tight, might get himself hurt for running around.
Xion was distressed, but there was another being who was even more distressed.
[No! My crystals! MY PRECIOUS CRYSTALS!!] The system wailed, [They are all gone...gone just like that...]
Xion raised a brow. 'Of course they are. Why are you crying over them?'
And what 'my crystals' ? They never belonged to them in the first place.
