Celestia's face crumpled with pain before she dropped to her knee.
She looked at him with teary eyes while her silver blood stained her chest. However, Seth rushed to her and held her up. The scent of rotting and musty earth surrounded her body as she lost her wings, one feather at a time.
Her chest ached as it lost its magic, but Celestia slumped into his arms as she felt the ground disappear under her.
Celestia smiled at him before her head tilted to the side. "It looks like I'm going to lose everything this time, haha."
Seth was not in the mood for humour. "Don't say that, and you still have me."
She chuckled at his remark. "You're right—you are still here."
Celestia lifted her arm and placed it on his cheek before it dropped back down. It seemed she lacked the strength to move correctly, so Seth lifted her light body into a princess carry.
'She's so light... as if skin and bones. Why are her breasts so marvellous then?'
