Reality cracked again before Adam, the raining shard blinding and forcing his eyes shut after Luna vanished. When he reopened them, he found himself outside, floating behind Prometheus.
In a second, he scanned his surroundings, noticing the fuming ground and remains of vaporised creatures. He also smelled the fresh scent of unpolluted air for the first time in a while. And finally, he saw the enormous terror lying under Prometheus' sitting figure.
Then, he heard the man exhale a mouthful of turbid air and a few drops of blood.
"Finally, I became an arcanist."
Prometheus' weary voice echoed in the vast yet empty lands. He had completed his mission and could finally return to the city after a long year.
Despite the joyous occasion, he felt nothing but gloom. Gloom because his body was failing. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop its decay.
