Primordial Light gasped as her hands grew too weak to hold onto Rowan. She dropped to her knees, Apollyon feeding gleefully on her light. With a sudden burst of power and light, a massive hole was blown out of her back. "How?!"
Rowan grunted and pulled out his blade and drove it into the neck of Primordial Light, and because his blade was quite broad, it cleanly sliced off her head.
The voice of Primordial Light resounded in Rowan's head, filled with a myriad of emotions, including shock, anger, despair, and loss. She laid a curse on Reality.
"I am the first, and I will be the last. When my fire fades, all will follow."
His blade dropped wordlessly from his hand, and he took the head of Primordial Light, no, Eva, his Lady of Shadows, and he held her to his chest, his head bowed.
Rowan did not know when he dropped to his knees beside the headless body of Eva, he was only dimly aware that there was a terrible silence all over heaven.
