Surrounded by weeping figures, the aged Karma rests in bed, next to her, a bonsai tree. Light streams in from the open windows, the sound of water flowing is present through the silence, a breeze laden with the scent of lotus flowers.
She looks through the window, gazing out into the surrounding mountains, her fellow Ionian champions keeping a silent vigil.
The mages are constantly working, frantically trying to beat the impossible, death. The monitor slowly pulses slower and slower as she fades.
She closes her eyes one last time, she seems to relax, all stress flowing out from her features, a woman truly at peace with the world.
Her head slowly leans to the side,
The Monitor pulses one final time, before blinking out.
The final bonsai leaf falls off, drifting out of the window and out into the mountains, soon enveloped in mists.