Uhra stepped through.
Through the sea of rubble.
Climbed over stones and debris.
Slipped through the destruction.
Lifted burned wreckage.
Let it fall.
Kept his gaze.
On the destruction.
It burned itself in.
Into his eyes.
Into his memories.
Burned.
All burned.
Only stones of the destroyed base.
Black from the fire.
They cast shadows.
Great and Grim.
Through which Uhra now walked.
The shadow stroked across his face.
Across his smile.
That shone cheerfully.
His gaze slid over the sea.
The sea of rubble.
He sighed.
And kicked at a stone.
He hit it.
And it flew.
Over heaps of destruction.
Debris parts.
Bigger than humans.
And the burned earth.
Struck against a distant boulder.
That jutted like a bone from the earth.
A broken bone.
Relentlessly burned.
Uhra groaned.
And kicked at the next one.
"There really is nothing here,"
he grumbled to himself.
"Nothing but death and ruin."
He looked thoughtfully into the sky.
White clouds outlined themselves.
In the blue sky.
That stood endlessly above him.
"How boring," Uhra muttered mockingly.
He carved his way.
Through rubble and debris.
Through the shadows.
Step by step.
Leisurely strolling.
He set down his feet.
Past heaps of wreckage.
That rose black.
Stretching toward the sky.
While walking, he crossed.
Quietly chuckling.
His hands behind his head.
He chuckled.
While he turned.
At a large heap of rubble.
He stopped.
Looked up at the heap of rubble.
His eyes grew wide.
The grin slipped.
As he tilted his head.
Mockingly gazing at that figure.
There she stood.
On the heap of rubble.
Tall and threatening.
Muscle-packed arms.
Broad legs.
And black eyes.
Blacker than the night.
They burned into Uhra.
Into his flesh.
Etched death there.
The air seemed to grow thicker with every moment.
The silent threat lay upon them.
The man's face was veiled.
Only the black eyes could be seen.
The wind seemed to retreat.
Withdrew before the deep blackness.
Before the figure that sat enthroned there.
Like a messenger of death.
The silence grew thicker and thicker.
Expanded ever further.
Creeping slowly.
Piece by piece.
Into everything.
Into black stone.
Into dead, burned earth.
It was a wall.
Unsurpassable it towered.
Everywhere and nowhere.
Between the two titans.
Uhra coughed.
His grin grew wider.
More mischievous.
The cheeky gaze danced lightly.
Across the figure.
As it stood there.
In stillness and rigidity.
"Well now."
Uhra chuckled.
Clapped his hands.
His grin wider than ever.
"So here we have our clue."
His muscles relaxed and slowly he let his hands slide back down from his head.
His gaze fixed on the man.
While a broad smile settled onto his lips.
He spread index and middle finger slowly.
He smiled.
"May I ask who the esteemed gentleman is?"
He froze.
His gaze fluttered.
Blackness.
It wrapped around him.
Took his sight.
Black eyes.
Large and all-encompassing.
They enclosed him.
Would not let go.
His breathing quickened.
His gaze trapped.
Pulled as if by a magnet.
Completely fixed on the eyes of the figure.
He trembled.
His spread fingers.
They went limp.
His jaw tensed.
A long, forced smile lay on his lips.
"What—"
he whispered.
"What is—"
Everything turned black.