A piercing sound rang out from the sky and the world around them distorted dramatically and then a soft ring…
THUMP ~
A rift tore open through space and a figure was seen trudging through it and tumbling into the cold snowy floor.
With ragged breaths and adrenaline rush, he pushed himself forward.
That exactly when the eyes of the gods opened and when that happened, the plains turned dark…. Houses were exploded. The sky bled and wept, civilizations died in an instant before his eyes and yet, he was immortal.
His eyes wide, his fingers trembling and twitching… he took two steps back, another two and then he bolted down the plain…
This was where he met his fate, becoming the weaver…