The luckiest among them had lost only a single limb.
They climbed toward the place where the three giants had fallen.
They cursed them.
Then they fled, abandoning a world where nothing remained except death.
They wandered endlessly across the ruined land, searching for salvation...
Until death claimed them as well.
Once everything ended, Frey awakened inside the Council's prison.
He opened his eyes in terror.
He tried to breathe properly, but could barely force air into his lungs.
Sweat covered his entire body, while his open wounds began leaking even more blood.
Drops of sweat and crimson alike fell upon the prison floor.
Frey paid no attention to either.
He gripped his head, feeling as though his mind had been shattered completely.
Pure horror covered his face.
"That final vision..."
His voice trembled.
"It was the most terrifying one so far."
Frey struggled to properly process everything he had experienced.
The amount of death he had witnessed...
