"Let me take a look..."
The magician murmured softly, a wondrous light flickering in his mirror-like deep eyes.
In this shattered world where the cycle of the four elements has come to a halt, where everything has returned to a void of dead silence, all the erstwhile universal laws, rules, constants, all those truths, have been obliterated by some greater destructive force, akin to the debris left behind after a Category 12 typhoon, with almost unrecognizable remnants of original buildings' layouts and contours...
—Empty.
—Nothing remains.
—Even the possibility for development has been severed, operations ceased, for all previous existences in the world have been completely extinguished.
The possibility of divergence has been lost, everything has died, even death itself has died... so empty, nothing remains, after all, this world ultimately has ended, leaving only the scraps of history.
