The city was in ruins.
Screams and shouting engulfed the area.
Buildings hugged and kissed one final time, like dying embers. The embrace they held, the sight of it could only be described as an eternity. Red dust hung in the air, just below the bright red sky.
In the distant sky, a planet-sized sword pierced the never ending horizons, snapped in half from its impossible weight. Its edges were crumbled and buried among towers of debris. The pieces still glowed faintly, desperate as if the world refused to admit they'd stopped being divine.
The divine shards pulsed slowly, releasing hot and thick air resonating from them. Without its glow Velronia could only be described as…
Empty.
A white feather fell from the sky. The heavens believed it belonged to an angel.
Between the lanes of concrete and ash that were left behind —
A girl walked. Her footsteps left no sound, her white sleeves brushed against walls that were stained, stripped of all purity.
She didn't call out, she didn't ask if anyone was there.
The girl walked through the wasteland and saw what could only be described as a living…
Corpse.
Yet, it was still breathing with a heavy and wheezy gasp.
The smell of iron punched her nose first — it was overpowering. She caught her breath, trembling and fragile. Despite that she continued moving.
She knelt, as her eyes stayed closed. Dust slept on her hair as she leaned forward and held the body in her arms.
The world paused.
No breeze, no voices — the only thing surrounding them was the weight of the world.
As her arms embraced the living corpse, it recoiled slowly and answered without words, only in movement and it began to —
sob.
She felt her chest squeeze — a familiar sight.
The sound was thin like string, human, far too small beside the surrounding ruin. The girl tightened her grasp, and the broken world kept turning.
Lythen answered with a lone, haunting hum.
One trembled from pain, the other trembled from memory.
The canvas.
It wouldn't stop painting — not for him and not for her…
Not for anyone or anything.
800 golden chains remained…