The clouds were overcast abysses pooling around devouring reality like black ink smearing a canvas.
Rael stood at the edges of the ruined world. Years had passed. Silver hair flowed in the rushing wind of doom. His body glowed ethereally as wisps of pure darkness emanated from his entire celestial figure.
He wore a simple white cloth; his face was pristine as ever… unmarked by age… and he stood tall as he gazed above at the ink pools where a few creatures twirled, devouring more of reality.
Rael knelt at the body of his sister, still rosy from the life that had left her flesh. He pursed his lips… staring at her closed eyes.
It was all for this moment.
Everything.
He opened his palm… all the wisps of pure death energy rushed into his index finger glowing like a candle flame.
"Alizejh…." He whispered.
The world around him fell. More of reality devoured. It wouldn't take long before the ink would destroy everything. End of story.
