Everyone just stood there, staring into the sky long after the Mad Dog had disappeared from sight.
Slowly, pressure equalized and everyone could move again. The battlefield that had, just moments ago, been filled with overwhelming force, now just felt…empty.
Aren put a hand on his chest, feeling a faint thread just barely there. Proof that it wasn't over, that he hadn't completely failed.
And yet—
His hands trembled before his knees gave out.
Aren dropped, body hitting the ground without any attempt to catch himself before his fist slammed down into the snow
If only I wasn't so weak and pathetic.
"Damn it…"
His voice came out hoarse, barely audible through the cold and lonely winds that now enveloped him.
If only I had more strength, I could protect everything. I wouldn't have had to choose…
"Damn it…!"
His fist came down again, unconsciously laced with ether. Snow exploded where his fist collided, turning into a fountain of white that rained down on him.
