Without having to think about the body lying in the throne room, all the pain starts crashing down, taking with it everything in its path. The hand on his back only serves to send more shivers through him- the warmth of it clashing with the cold of the pain coursing through his brain.

What now?

For the first time, Ignis has no answers. The people will return, rebuild, continue with their lives. But what are they going to do? Their life has been tied and so closely entwined with Noct's that he doesn't know how he should continue without him, despite what he previously told Prompto.

What now...