Theron caught himself before he fell. Despite the ease with which it looked like he was climbing, he was actually putting a great amount of effort into each stride. When that pressure suddenly vanished, his state could be imagined.
Luckily, he still managed, his eyes slowly opening to the world around him.
Theron took a breath and opened his eyes, his subconscious feeling like something had changed.
'Huh?'
Theron reached out for Ayame as though she were slipping through his fingers. But his efforts were in vain.
She vanished.
"Ayame?!"
Theron took a strong step forward, but he wasn't even sure in which direction to go.
He could see the entire flat top of the mountain with a single glance. He had no idea where Ayame could have gone.
Was she dead? What happened?
Anxiety beat at Theron's chest, and he could do nothing but stand there and watch as strands of darkness rose up and touched a stone monument in the distance.
