The Spire.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Lacia as Ryoji looked at her, she felt the malice in his gaze and knew what was coming. She looked over at her friend, Nero, and the dragoness who had educated and raised them, F'Nerah, and whispered three words that would never be heard or remembered. The end came quickly. She did not have a chance to think about it, or feel the pain. She just knew, that she would be collected by her god now. Her world went black, for the last time.

"Atalacia-" Nera gasped, covering her mouth with her hands, forgetting to retrain Nero as they watched her body sail through the air, spinning in midair, her arms flailing helplessly and limply, like a ragdoll. Her body went over he edge of the spire, and disappeared. She shook her head, eyes welling with tears as the gravity of the situation hit her like a stampede of repressed emotions; the girl she had been teaching about the outside world for five years was gone, and she had failed to protect her for her village.

"LAAAAAAACIAAAAAAA!!!" Nero half roared in anguish and half howled in grief at the loss of his friend, whom he had been living with for five years. Who will watch, criticize, and laugh at hentai with him now? Who will he show off his smallest, most insignificant achievements to- like licking his elbow, or solving an extra tricky crossword puzzle? Who will he fight with when he wants to vent? Who will tease him and put him down when he get's too full of himself? He galloped over to the side of the Spire and called her name again and again, as if she'll come back up if he did.