Voosh—!
Looking around, Brandon could see gray hyacinth flames spread all over the ground.
The world had lost its colors.
It was all grayscale.
At that, he had realized that this was his doing.
The flowers.
"This is my… zone."
He whispered.
"....?"
He was sure he had finished the skill.
Yet for some reason, he was still alive.
And as he gazed down, what met his sight was….
"...."
Belle.
She was still laid on the ground lifeless.
But that wasn't the most surprising thing.
There were at least five people, including Amelia, that encircled him. But for some reason, they were gone.
As if they were never there to begin with.
What in the world.
Brandon peered every corner. But it was then when he noticed the flames.
They weren't moving.
And the trees, which were supposed to be swaying by the breeze, had stopped moving as well.
