Childhood Friend of the Zenith

Fsss—!

Debris falls.

Fragments rain down from the sky, and the air seems to carry more dust than usual.

The sky, once bright, had turned overcast, with clouds gathering ominously, blocking even the faint light that had remained.

Kurrung—! Kuung!!

Thunder rumbled through the massed clouds.

The unusual sky caught the eye first.

The once lush, green field was now consumed by flames, the stench of burning filling the air.

What was once a vibrant, life-filled forest had been completely destroyed, vanishing in the wake of the fire.

What had happened here?

It was impossible to know.

Fsss—!

In the scorched remains, someone staggered. A figure buried in the dirt was slowly rising.

“Cough...”

The one rising, bleeding, was none other than the Turtle.

“Cough… hack…”

Just as the Turtle struggled to rise, something flew through the air and struck him.@@novelbin@@

Thwok—!!

“……!!”

The Turtle let out no scream as he was forced back to the ground, once again pinned.

“Disgusting.”

The owner of the spear, which had struck the Turtle, unfurled his wings and approached.

“Is this the final end of a master who has lost his name? How fleeting.”

Though the tone seemed to express pity, it was laced with mockery.

“I’ve always wondered how the Master of the Abyss could accept a master of another world. Now, I finally understand.”

“Grrgh… ugh.”