When Cermin woke up, he was in a royal carriage being hitched off along with a sleeping Ronin by his side.
His parents huddled in a corner. They looked terrified and shocked.
"Mother..... Father..... What happened?" He blinked groggily. "Where are we going?"
"Oh, Cermin! My baby!" The Queen hugged him. "We need to get out of Celestus Realm fast before the Daemons take over. Everything is going to ruins!"
Cermin blinked, but as he looked out into the window....
Thunder rumbled non-stop, and lightning flashed every second. Somewhere, a person would get hit and die, or a house would burn in flames. And the sky looked as much as a mess as the land beneath it.
It was scorching hot and cold at the same time, with gusts of wind blowing at random. He even caught sight of tornados appearing out of nowhere, and tsunamis flooding at random.
The way of the world had been put astray.
There was no logic to it. The only logic was pain, suffering and fear. Over and over.