Eldrin's anguished cry tore through the room like a thunderclap, reverberating off the walls and slicing through the thick tension like a knife through silk.
He surged towards the screen, his movements a blur of frenzied desperation as he collapsed before it, his body trembling with the weight of his despair.
His voice, choked with emotion, pierced the air like a lance, his words a desperate plea that seemed to hang heavy in the room long after they had faded away.
"No...!" he cried, his voice cracking with anguish, his eyes wide with disbelief and horror.
It was a cry that spoke of shattered dreams, of a future suddenly and irrevocably torn asunder.
For Yves, there was no sense of triumph in this moment, only a profound sense of hollowness that settled in the pit of his stomach.
He knew that what he had done was necessary, but it offered little solace even when Eldrin had finally paid retributions for his sins.