Lux rounded the corner and put her hands over her mouth.<br/><br/>"Wh- what happened?" she gasped.<br/><br/>"He's dead," said Ezreal, grim faced.<br/><br/>"Can we bring him to Zilean and rewind?"<br/><br/>"Afraid that magic stopped working after the 'event'. Let's bring him somewhere else."<br/><br/>The barrier dissapated after Glade died, and Ezreal picked him up. He carried Glade to a nearby inn and teared up. Ezreal laid Glade on a bed and covered him in a white sheet.<br/><br/>"You had to go ahead and die and cause everyone else pain." Ezreal sunk back against the inn wall and shook his head. Why did these things have to happen, did real humans actually suffer real deaths?<br/>~~~~~<br/>Before heading after Ezreal, Lux turned to Anastasia.<br/><br/>"I know it hurts, Anastasia. If Ezreal were to die, I would cry too. But there's one thing we all need to understand. Our friends who have passed still are with us. Their strength will carry us forward. And would Glade really want you to cry right now, or would he want you to live on for him and be strong?" Lux stuck our her hand towards Anastasia, and her eyes were watering.<br/>~~~~~<br/>There was a sudden flash of light that came from Glade's right sleeve, but Ezreal decided to ignore it. He thought it was the soul leaving the body, as what happened during games on the rift. What was happening to Glade was something different, though. One of Glade's beginner items he had never used was starting to take effect. Even though no one knew, a beacon of hope was still there.