#Chapter77

The tower slowly came down and Anton lay on the snow. Aleksei held his glowing frame, "His bones are breaking!" He yelled and Nataniel froze his limbs, but they would still break inside the ice, "It's not working,"

"What do we do?!"

"Listen," Anton looked at Aleksei, "It can't be fixed,"

"No, it can, we'll make it! You'll make it!"

"Aleksei..." Anton pressed his hand on Aleksei's face, "Take me to the tower, and repair the hollow with my remains,"

"No, no, don't say that—You cannot die yet!"

Anton smiled, "Why not? We are all just an island of time of intelligence with a terrible desire to be loved...