The scene changed again...
And this time around, Little aegon looked at his fingers—all filled with wet sticky blood.
His breath hitched.
Chest tight.
Vision—alternating between clear and blurry.
He looked around him.
There.
In the center of it all, an Eldritch soul the size of a house. It had a single long horn in the middle of its three heads.
Aegon's breath seized again.
All around him were corpses.
Some bitten half way, blood and organs like a monkey's banana feast—painting the earth a colorful red.
Dead. They were all dead.
The bullies from earlier were no exception.
All except.. at a corner, a whimper. A little girl.
Mimi.
Aegon staggered to her. Voice cracking as he did. "I'm... sorry. I... didn't..."
"I... didn't mean to."
His fingers subconsciously stretched for her...
But she pulled back.
Then he remembered his mother. A kind of dreadful fell on him.
....
The voices all around him resumed the moment.
"Boss Aegon. Boss..."
