And the worst part is yet to come. Ignis doesn't know whether the Old Kings blessed or cursed him by taking his eyesight away. The images of prophecy still play in his dreams but seeing the aftermath of it must be a pure nightmare.

Ignis somehow wills his legs to move once Gladiolus' footsteps disappear behind him and he slowly makes his way over to Prompto. For the first time ever, he doesn't know how his friend will react. Will he lash out at him for stopping him? Or will he not respond at all? In any case, Ignis doesn't blame him.

Noctis was their anchor. And now it's gone, letting them to either swim or drown in this grief his death left behind.

He stops few steps away from him, "Prompto?"