A shattered Twilight Angel lay dead some kilometers away, emanating a dimming amber glow similar to a setting sun.
Clearly, the battle here had employed the latest achievements, those mighty mystic arts and various technologies once acquired from other worlds...
Yet the result seemed no better for it.
The old man gazed at this scene for a long while before finally sighing and approaching Colin's side, observing the young man who had once again fallen into unconsciousness. Then his right hand slowly lifted, as if cradling an invisible "book", from which special, intangible "Book of Fate" pages fell like leaves.
They landed on Colin, wrapping him in layers so dense light could not penetrate.
Before long, Colin came to and found his body much more comfortable:
"It feels much better..."
