As Alice harmonised with her surroundings, with the oblivion that stood before her, sound faded into the distance.
Her mind flowed with the memory of this land. Time slowly rewinding as chunks reconstructed themselves in this memory.
Even as she undid the wounds left behind by Feris, there was only silence. No wind, no dust. No life.
There had once been mountains here. Snow capped peaks stretching towards the sky. Rivers flowing through the valleys. A village that stood beneath these mountains.
People…
Now there was only an endless stretch of death and destruction. Of the violet that now stain the sky.
All of the beauty that was once here… gone.
In this memory, Alice stood upon a mount of rubble. Her boots breaking off small pieces of debris that would now slowly float towards the dead zone that Feris had left behind.
Alice couldn't even hear herself breathe. As though even sound itself was swallowed by the destruction.
