The skies were tainted black...
Somehow, the sand on the ground continued to burn for a while, releasing crystalline black soot-like into the air.
As the last of the flames went out, Susan came to. Feeling a deep weakness pervade her body, she let out a groan and forced her eyes open.
A wave of heat washed over her, forcing her to wince.
"Are you okay?" A hoarse, unrecognizable voice called out to her.
Her eyes snapped open and she turned.
Sitting just a few meters away from her, was a charred figure. Her eyes widened when she recognized who it was.
Her lips trembled as she called out,
"C-Cain?"
The black burnt figure turned slowly. Staring at the terrible burns on his face and neck, Susan felt a wave of sadness and guilt wash over her. The hair on his head and his brows had been singed off as well.
He was in a terrible state.
Cain gave her a grin,
"It looks bad, but isn't as terrible as you think it—"
