Blood. So much blood. A white-haired boy, covered in snow and crimson, slammed a rock straight into a man's head. Repeated, desperate strikes battled for his sanity. One slam—the man's screams echoed through the glacial hellscape. The second, with frostbite numbing him, dulled and detached his emotions. The third, a final slam—his legs were chopped off quickly, absolute pain searing as he rolled over pitifully.
. . .
The fragmented vision of the future slowly dissolved into nothingness.
The emptiness in Asahi's heart deepened as he stared at the towering peak above him. Aletha was nowhere in sight. Only Asahi remained. Snow fell relentlessly in thick flurries, scraping against his numb feet.
It seemed that he had teleported, but without his sister and Telos, he was completely and utterly alone.
The encounter with Aiyana left him utterly speechless. Her words echoed in his mind, refusing to fade away.
"I destroyed our world."
