The world had come to a halt. It was unclear how many days had passed, yet there was no movement from Lucifer.
Even after so many days, his wounds still hadn't healed and he remained unconscious. Even the Core of Time inside his body was destroyed, its small Fragments merging with his blood, slowly changing the properties of his blood.
During this time, Lucifer remained unconscious, buried under a rubble of fallen debris. There was no rescue team as he remained the only person still existing in this world. Fortunately, he was still breathing, albeit barely.
It was the middle of the night when finally some movement happened. Lucifer's fingers twitched, signaling a sliver of life in his seemingly lifeless body. As the faint pulse of energy surged through him, Lucifer's eyes slowly fluttered open.
He pulled himself out of the rubble, his clothes completely destroyed. His bare body came into sight, revealing the extent of damage he had received.
