Ocean
Dora remained suspended in mid-air, completely unfazed by the fierce gusts of wind swirling around him, causing debris to dance across his form. His attention was solely fixed on one thing: the exact origin of the explosion.
With a swift motion, he firmly planted one foot on the ground, propelling himself forward with an incredible burst of speed. The sheer intensity of his movement was matched only by the piercing scream that erupted from deep within his lungs, echoing through the air with an undeniable fervor.
- These are the consequences of your passivity.
Glistening with brilliance, his eyes shone brightly, contrasting with the shattered half of his face. It now appeared as if he had ceased to exist altogether. The resonance of his voice, the sensations that used to envelop his body, had all faded away. It was no longer a boy running, but a puppet, controlled by a single command