As the meteors crashed and upturned the earth like a level 5 earthquake. There was still one place left unharmed and in that location. A man limped on one leg while donning a charred tuxedo. His faceless white head was festooned with injuries as a purple liquid dripped down the wounds.
Mist filled up the area Tabula stood. His bodily fluid dyed the ground dark-purple, but despite all this. He still tidied up his suit and arranged his tie as if he was preparing to go for an event.
"Are you done?"
A voice came from his back with the blurry figure of a man being revealed.
"Yes, it would seem! Do what you must, gentleman!" Tabula said as he stared into the distance, and the form of the man slowly uncovered as—Texan.
"Farewell!"
[Bang!]
Blood dribbled from Tabula's gloved fingers, smearing the white ground with periwinkle-like fluids.
