Light had returned.
Countless humans looked up at the tree positioned between earth and sky. At the end of their dazed gazes existed a bouquet of death blossoming as two shadows intertwined.
An exchange difficult even to follow with the eyes.
Whenever a hand swept out, fractures erupted in empty air. Whenever a step fell, the world hummed and screamed. After witnessing such a sight, who would dare wonder about the process?
There was no need to know the details. Were the results immediately visible not enough?
Join that battle?
Impossible. It was not a question of will, but ability. Most humans would be torn apart merely by approaching.
Then why was fighting spirit returning to the soldiers’ pupils?
Because something had changed.
It was difficult to explain the difference precisely. To begin with, exceedingly few could even see the two beings exchanging blows. Asked what had changed, they could offer no answer.
Yet everyone standing upon the battlefield felt it instinctively.
The current had changed from the moment one man returned.
Amid all this,