The sky was blue.
As if someone smeared the darkest of blue ink over a black depthless night, the blue sky remained unnaturally ethereal.
It was all Azuma could pay attention to when his eyes first opened.
He was shrouded in darkness, and the large window-wall he was facing was the only source of light.
Light.
Azuma frowned.
The nights he was used to weren't supposed to be so bright.
He opened the door of the medical van and just stood there, confused.
Everything outside was just as he remembered, the uneven grounds spread wide, there was the same rise of hills nearby, the same large mouth of the Abyss.
However.
The van and he was the only one there.
No debris of the Dawn Gate calamity was left behind, there were none of the gruesome dead bodies either.
And the sky was oddly blue.
Azuma inhaled sharply when he lifted his eyes, "Holy… shit…"
