Ren drew a slow breath, trying to readjust himself as the last traces of the vision dissolved behind his thoughts. He rubbed his eyes and temples in an attempt to get rid of the pressure, but it stubbornly persisted, as if making sure his mind stayed on the importance of what he had just seen.
The bandage was still wrapped around his left arm, but soon began to unwind on its own. As it did, it lifted into the air and small flames covered its surface, eating away at it, bit by bit, until nothing of it remained but ashes that fell on Ren's palm like snow.
Ren's gaze was fixed on it, but his thoughts were somewhere else.
Takuma.
