Everything would have been fine if not for another twist of fate.
My eyes caught the faint glow of embers scattered across the ruins—dark flames, stubborn and unyielding, still burning everywhere. The realization hit me like a tidal wave: if my guess was right, only a mere moment had passed in this world. Time must have flowed differently in the trial area.
Nine days dead? What a joke.
He played me again. Just like before. That damn Creator.
The thought burned brighter than the flames around me. In the eyes of those who had survived the chaos, no time had passed at all. To them, I had gone from being consumed in a white cocoon to emerging in this form, as if I had transformed into something monstrous before their very eyes.
And their faces told me everything.
