Thoughts [2]
Crack—!
A thin fissure materialized out of thin air.
Tok.
A calm and steady footstep echoed throughout a large hall. Two crimson-red eyes shone in the dark hall, as a semi-transparent white-haired figure stepped out of the thin fixture.
The fissure closed up, and the figure walked toward the end of the hall where a throne sat at the top of a flight of stairs.
Stopping next to the flight of stairs, the figure looked up.
It was then that his eyes met with another set of scarlet red eyes. Sitting on the throne with his legs crossed and the side of his face leaning on his arm which was propped up on the throne, the red-eyed figure looked down.
At the exact moment the two eyes met, the white-haired figure beneath the flight of stairs started to disintegrate as bright white lights started coming out from his body.