Regret
The town of Omai lay in ruins. Its buildings had crumbled and the streets had been carpeted with rivers of blood. The stench of death hung heavy in the air.
Corpses of corrupted magical beasts were strewn across the cobblestoned streets. The reflection of the twin moons on the crimson liquid created a dazzling yet dreadful scene.
Suddenly, a cold whisper reverberated in every corner of the town.
"Blossom."
Then, a spectacular change began to take place.
Amidst the chaos and carnage, the blood-soaked streets suddenly trembled. And then, small white buds started to emerge from the crimson ground.
Despite growing on land stained by blood, these white buds remained untainted.
It was beautiful.
It was breathtaking.
It was otherwordly.
The flower buds pushed toward the sky, and in mere moments, they bloomed into magnificence.