Arc of the Souls Chapter 122: Arc 3, Chapter 44 - The Memories We Lost In Translation

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Boom. An explosion. A blast radius. The outskirts of Fortner City, along with its nearby forests and small villages... all danced in a rage of fury, the wind carrying large gusts of inferno-like power toward the inner city, shaking it like it was nothing more than a toy. Everything was on fire. Everything that remained of life... had vanished within an instant. The sound of the raging winds and howling gusts settled. Everything had turned dark as night and smoke clouded the very air they breathed in. The sky grew pitch black with a red aurora shining through it. An apocalypse that happened within seconds. All it took was one attack. The flames licked the air and the buildings alike, reducing it to ashes, nothing but a memory that will be forgotten in a day's time "F-... Agh- Fuck..." Losin laid on her back, a Soul-Barrier having saved her and Asheera from the attack, just barely. The heat that contacted the barrier turned the ground beneath them into scorched glass. What a scene of despair. Seconds felt like years in this moment and with every jarring blink of an eye, the fire reminded them of something scary yet brilliant. Something that would send a chill down their spine. ...How easy it was for their world to collapse around them in a fiery pit. How all their actions amounted to something so minuscule. How fragile they truly were, not just the physicality of them, but also the essence of their Soul. A small prick to the wrong part of your Soul, and that would be it. Losin's eye fixated on the dying Asheera, her eyes wide in a state of shock. Her eyes presented two shocks at the same time. One in awe that Asheera hadn't died yet. The other in disbelief that Brennon... may be gone. Perished with Satono. Losin struggled to get her body up from the glass ground, the pain from the heat still radiating on her back. The back of her uniform was all torn and burnt. Her feet dragged along the glass before she found a rock-solid object to support her body against. A deep breath followed, as she leaned her head against the stone-cold wall. Her lips quivered. "..." The smoke dissipated slowly with each gruelling second. There wasn't any way for them to escape without sustaining heavy damage, and the Cloud Ruler's ship wasn't nearby, let alone functional with all this damage. It was going to take a while for the flames to die out. "..." ... Losin's hand remained on Asheera, supplying her with her own Soul-Energy enough to restart her healing factor derived from her Soul reserves. Asheera's breathing grew more consistent, though healing the injuries was a different story. The princess' injuries were far beyond what Losin's Soul-Energy can fix. No ordinary human could endure even a second of what she has endured for 10 minutes. She was as tough as they came, yet even the toughest will break one day. If Asheera survives, will she realize that her toughness came with the desperation of atonement, or that she has no choice but to survive until she fixed her mistakes? No... Asheera had been escaping like she did every time. The mistakes that she wanted to correct were for herself and not for the ones that she had hurt. ...What would become of her if she saw her sister as a corpse beside her? That's something that even Losin didn't want to imagine. "... Cap'n..." Losin stood up. She had to see Brennon, no matter what. Her body was stiff and her breathing heavy. The smoke cleared up just enough for her to walk through. Each step she took, her dread and fear intensified. The scene of carnage before her was only an indication to how strong her captain had gotten in mere seconds. The glass, now littered all around the epicenter, crunched beneath her boots as she took one step after the other. She wanted to see Brennon standing right where he stood when he let loose his attack. She didn't want to see him anywhere but there. Her lips trembled. Her breath shook and her chest hurt from anxiety. It hurt. She looked at her hands, then back at the scene.