When they returned, the world was an empty, broken shell. It stretched out forever, a vast blank canvas, nothing but cold embers of shadows remaining from what was once a glittering, complete world.
"What happened?" She asked. All he could do was simply shake his head, crouching down to let the dust of the world trickle through his fingers.
There were ghosts, flickering in and out of existence across the dead surface of the world, but this place was dead. It had been for some time.
Vexen had seen the ends of worlds before, but there was something different about this place.... It was hollow, yes, but yearning to be again.
"Do you think we can repair it?" She asked, voice distant.
He stood.
"Yes."