Damian died.
Yes, he did.
His heart, his breathing, every activity that had been active when he was alive, was no longer active.
The monstrous aura and presence that had been releasing from his body vanished as if it had never existed.
Everything that used to define the person known as Damian, his insane power, his bizarre and surreal energy structure, that feeling of being in the presence of an otherworldly being, vanished.
Everything, except for his physical body, which remained standing without any support, his eyelids shut.
At the instant his heart stopped beating, every single being who had some sort of connection with Damian felt something happen to him, no matter how far away they were.
Especially the High Humans that Damian had created.
"Something happened to our King..." Shiru muttered as she looked up at the blue sky of Earth.
For some reason, purple accents could be seen in the sky like an aurora, and it was visible from every part of the world.
