He roared out with everything he had, with all the grief and guilt and rage that had been building inside him for eight years!
But it truly didn't do a thing.
Everything faded.
The fire. The blood. The floating corpse of his mother. The room that had once been his sanctuary!
All of it dissolved into nothingness as he felt an immense sense of empitness, the image and sensation of his mother that he had missed all these years being taken away just as quickly as it was given.
This dream, however it came him after his first sleep since he reclaimed Mana and obtained that terrifying letter of The Primordial Tongue...it ended just as abruptly as he found himself waking up.
And he found himself reaching out toward an empty sky that held a fading night as stars disappeared one by one.
His whole body was soaked with sweat.
