Fulina and Cyne sat in the untidy lounge, quiet as mice.
Opposite them on the couch, Rearren and his wife Milissa also sat in silence, but theirs was gloomier, darker, and heavier.
Milissa had been weeping for two days straight.
The chaos outside, the voracious blast and the splitting of Aigas into different times didn't bother her. She had clung to her husband, making sure he felt her furious blame at all times. Even now, Milissa was clawing at Rearren's thigh so terribly that blood oozed from it, but the man had too many of his own demons to worry about. Pain was a luxury train back to reality.
The two EverSwords were drifting in a void much too deep to be with limit.