Aito watched as one piece of grey matter after the other landed on the cathedral's marble floor, horrified by something he might have, no, he certainly caused.
Maba, now reduced to a bloody head, had been put in charge of the 10th floor, keeping it together. While the floor won't collapse after his death, there were bound to be consequences.
He wasn't exactly sure about the cause of the current events happening in front of his eyes, but he could take a pretty good guess at what it was.
The grayed area on Iris map had been a prison for fearmongers. Probably where they got their supply of fearmongers in the first place. With the moderator's death, no one could prevent them from escaping.
'Valinar, what are we looking at here? Valinar?' He asked mentally, seeking confirmation to his guesses. No response came. Remembering he had yet to take his candle piece back from the moderator's corpse, he gave up on asking her. There was no time for this.
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