A different memory, this one full of ruin and devastation…
A vast, shattered bone plain stretched endlessly under a grey, cloudy sky. Liquid metal rained down on the corpses of countless men as an abyss of furious white flame melted a raging storm of swords into an incandescent hail.
Among the corpses, a man in a vermillion cloak and heavy armor had crossed swords with a young woman wreathed in flame. Her own sword had surrendered to his Will, as well, so she discarded it and forged herself a blade out of her own soul.
Out of pure light and a ferocious, unquenchable longing.
And hatred, of course.
The battle had wounded the very foundations of the world, so reality was coming undone around them, revealing the harrowing depths of divine laws hidden beneath.
Needless to say, that battle had swallowed up countless lives, as well.
