As Kentaro plunged, the rush of wind tore at his ears, his eyes wide, locked on the roiling dark-blue clouds that rose up to swallow him. For a heartbeat, adrenaline and conviction drove him forward, but then, like a blunt hit to the chest, he remembered one crucial detail.
He had no plan for landing.
The realisation hit him just in time for panic to set in. "Ah-ahh-AHHH!" His scream ripped from his throat, a mix of terror and pure regret. Tenka's voice crackled in his ear, cutting in and out, fragments of her words barely reaching him before the static overtook everything.
Something was wrong.
This wasn't the same Bloom he had entered before, not the one where Serica had first appeared. Back then, the dark clouds were suffocating, oppressive. Now… They were shifting. The deep navy was softening, light bleeding through from somewhere far below, as if a colossal lantern burned at the Bloom's core.
