Sapphire lay at the bottom of the abyss, surrounded by crushed rocks, fresh craters, and demonic energy hanging in the air. Nothing there remained intact. Only her, breathing heavily and with a vacant stare, as if still searching for something to destroy.
The question repeated in her head as if automatic:
"How much time has passed?"
She didn't know. She hadn't marked anything. She hadn't eaten, slept, or stopped to think. She only destroyed, broke, and tore everything around her, as if each explosion filled the hole that cursed day had opened inside her.
A piece of cliff collapsed behind her. The sound echoed, but she didn't look.
"How much time has passed?" She ran her hand over her face, dirty with dried blood and dust.
Nothing answered.
Then something cut through the feeling of emptiness—a presence entering the abyss's territory. Weak. Too weak to be there.
She turned her head slowly.
"…Hn." The energy was too familiar. Too irritating.
