Anton, who was calmly saying his last words to Yraleth was now done. Having done this, the gravity of the situation finally came at him at full force. Anton was now crying, crying profusely, like how he cried when he was born. It was a face of pure anguish and terror that he had donned, as his body began to slowly numb, yet he could still feel the pain.

Anton then grabbed Yraleth by the cape, with most of his remaining streangth, and began to hold on for dear life. Then came out, in a blithering rushed speech that had fear laced into it, Anton said "I. . .I don't want to die. . . . don't make me leave. . . . please . . . . I don't want to go away. . . Yraleth . . . please do-".

But Anton could not finish this sentance, as blood began to cough out of his mouth. His eyes suddenly stopped shedding tears, and his entire body went limp. Only his right hand remained holding on to Yraleth's cape. It was very evident, Anton Das Fuerst, like he lived, died the same way. Uneventful, and unimportant.