It wasn't that he found the Grimoire of Death at the bottom of the cliff. Instead, those two things came out of his own body right as he fell. It's just that at that point, he couldn't guess that.
It wasn't luck that saved his life, but his own self.
Pushing the door of the abandoned house open, Gabriel stepped inside, taking one last look at the place where he spent more than half of his current life.
"Everything is fleeting." He muttered, stepping out of the house that came crumbling down as soon as he stepped out. It wasn't just his old house that came crumbling down, but every other house as well.
Within seconds, the entire town was destroyed. Everything turned to dust, making it impossible to know that a town even used to exist in this place.
Winds started intensifying, bringing sand with it, covering the land of town in sand, making it look like a sand desert instead.
