Chrono did it. He finally defeated Gyze.
But it was all to late. The damage was already done.
Everything was gone. Everything he owned, all the places he been to, the people that he loved, what little family he had left, all gone. And it is all his fault.
All that is left is a pitch black void, devoid of any light. He didn't know how he was still standing, nor how he was able to perfectly see himself in this pitch-black inky darkness. But none of that mattered. Nothing mattered anymore, because there was nothing physically left other than him. All that is left is the memories of the people he cared about and the happy moments they had with each other, which is now overshadowed by their demise when they were turned into nothingness.
Every single one of them.
He couldn't take it anymore, why did it have to turn out this way? Why did they had to suffer like this? Why did he had to be born? Tears streamed down his face from his frustration, of not being able to do anything.
He looked in front of him and he saw a card in front of him. His anger rose as he instantly knew what it was. His hand shook as he slowly reached for the card and once it was in his grasp, he crushed it. He ripped Gyze's card piece by piece, screaming in anger, until the pieces were to small to rip anymore. It wasn't enough, it was meaningless. Nothing he did to the card would bring them back. There was nothing else to do, but die in this void of nothingness, not that he cared.
Suddenly he could hear crackling like lightning coming from every direction around him. It felt as if the universe was crumbling around him. The sound was coming closer and closer like an incoming storm, to the point where it was deafening. Then it was gone. He was wondering what that was until an explosion of light and colors appeared. He was falling towards it and as he fell, he saw the stars and the cosmos around.
The light slowly consumed him until he couldn't feel any of his senses. He did not know what was happening, and left it to fate to would happen to him. Slowly, but surely, his senses came back to him.
First was smell. He smell blood, most likely his blood. There was another smell that reminded him of rain. Second was taste, he tasted iron his mouth. The type of taste that reminded him of elementary when he was getting into fights, usually with older kids. Then his touch came back. It was cold, but most of all it hurt all over. It felt as if he was laying down as raindrops were falling onto him. He try to get up, but he collapsed back down as the pain was too much. His head hurt and he was dizzy, he for sure hit his head somehow. He tried again only to by pushed back down by someone else's hand. It was a small, slender hand. His heart rate rose.
'No… No one should be alive.'
Stubbornly, he attempted to get up again, but, again he was pushed back down with both hands this time. His hearing was slowly coming back to him. He was able to hear two distinct voices.
"Can you hear me?! Stay with us!"
"Stay down, we'll get you to a hospital soon!"
His eyes began to sting. Those voice were all to familiar to him.
'I must be losing my mind, they're all gone.'
Finally his eyesight came back. Everything was sideways. He bright lights, colors, but mostly red. He saw the sidewalk he was on and the puddle he was in, he saw buildings, billboards, trees and the rain drops. His eyes finally landed on the two owners of the voices he heard earlier.
They were so familiar, but it couldn't be them. He wanted to cry and wanted back into the void. This was all too cruel of a punishment for him. His vision is going black. Before going unconscious, he used all the strength he hard left to utter his precious friends' names.
"Tokoha… Shion…"
Once again, everything was turned black.