Chrom was still reeling with the bitter sorrow of his partner's cry in his head. He hadn't even realized the other Seraphim had been one of the Heroes that had been swept off the edge until he'd heard Lailah scream. She had always been so cheerful, and so composed, and even after she'd cried out he was privy to her struggles to rein herself in and tamp down her emotions. The pain she felt was as keen as if he felt it himself.

~Did you hear what Tsubomi said?~ he thought to her. ~They still live. I didn't receive any significant boosts in power either. We'll find them, Lailah, I swear it.~

He'd only taken two steps toward Garland before the man's life was suddenly extinguished. He whirled around as well as the others, eyes wide as he scanned their numbers for the source. He looked at the dark energies swirling around Parasraya's outstretched hand as his expression hardened. He found himself agreeing whole-heartedly with Jack. One of their own shouldn't have done that...and shouldn't have even been able to do that. Was it Narasimha? Was the man not truly safely locked in his prison cell after all, and stood before them now in the guise of an ally?

Chrom stood in front of Minato, using his broad frame to keep the young man shielded behind him as he brought his flickering sword of flames in front of him. "We're going to need a damn better explanation right now for what you just did!"