"*How long did you think you could run?*"
"*How far did you think you could get?*"
"*You who was denied by heaven. You who was denied by hell. How easy did you think it would be to run from destiny?*"
Grey caughed the ash that filled the air, as he rose to a world where nothing was left. Everything was black covered in ash, smoke and the stinch of death. The sky had turned gray with a strange light of burning fire coming from behind the clouds. Cries of children in demons mixed together in the clouds that looked like an incarnate of hell, the world was so dark that one could swear that there was neither a sun nor a God. He looks around for the voice that haunts him but sees no one, his heart beat accelerating as the burning air got trapped in his throat.
"What is this!" he exclaimed. "Who's there?"
The voice whispered, "*Nothing remains, half breed, no one is here.*"
