I'm ready have bad time...

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🕳️ Chapter 15: Nothing Left

The threads wrapped around my hand transformed once again—this time, into a blade.

With a single slash, I tore open a rift.

I rushed through.

But I was too late.

This world…

There was nothing left.

Ash. Dust. Brown-gray air.

Scattered bones littered the ground.

And in the center… stood a black silhouette, motionless, amidst the ruins.

> "Eon…?"

I approached the figure.

It didn't move.

No breath. No pulse.

But faint echoes of the boy's image flickered around the shell, dancing like fractured memories.

> "…Uncle…?"

His voice—small, distant.

Without hesitation, I struck the dark shell.

The black husk cracked apart…

Inside, curled up—was him.

He'd made it inside the body.

But at what cost?

> "What… happened here?!"

I stared into Eon's dull, glowing eyes.

He didn't answer.

Only looked.

> "Say something! What happened, damn it?!"

Finally… he spoke.

His words cut deeper than any blade.

> "An explosion… Everything was erased.

The world... it was destroyed."

> "…What…?"

I scanned the dimension.

No signals.

No energy.

No life.

Nothing but dust and micro-organisms barely hanging on.

> "What the hell happened here?!"

Before I could think, I slashed the air once more.

The rift opened.

I grabbed the boy and pulled him back—back home.

> Before the silence swallowed us too.

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