SHIIING!
I had done it. Ziroth had been defeated. His body slammed to the ground, then dissipating. I gazed out, spotting two figures coming towards me. Morro and my son.
I was so utterly happy to see him. I thought he died and I was so devastated. But now, standing here, watching him come, and seeing him alive and well, it absolutely touched me. I ran forward, letting go of the sword.
"Lloyd!" I vehemently cried, the two of us embracing at once.
Relieved, I began sobbing into his hair, gently caressing it.
Lloyd was really here.
"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."
"It's okay..."
I smiled.
The battle was over.