Part I: A Color
Crimson. Red.
Red like the color of her eyes.
He always tells her that he loves her eyes more when she's pleased. Her eyes would turn into the color of autumn leaves and she would smile…so lovely and peacefully. Her smile, her laugh, her voice…
No. I must not be distracted. Not now. He thinks to himself.
The monsters are still attacking. Their soulless eyes are more terrifying than their seething screams. More. Here comes more. The fight has lasted for days, yet the monsters still kept appearing from the void and flood towards the obsidian spike he's been standing upon. Another drop of blood comes down his forehead as his gigantic flaming spear splits another creature into half.
His slender, strong body is already covered with wounds, many of which can be even life-threatening to the strongest warriors under his command. The waves of monsters still refuse to cease…but he cannot and will not lose the last war. His flesh, his life, his dignity…he would sacrifice all to save the fate of his beloved brotherhood.
His world is crimson…from the monster's skin to the simmering streams of lava. In this land where sunlight never sheds, everything is covered in this lifeless, lethal color. Fatal red of the enormous lava pits form the deadliest scenery…yet this is the scene him must struggle within.
Nathless he craves one more thing…not the whispering breeze of the light realm forest…not the refreshing waves of Selchar's beach or the peaceful sunset outside of the spectacular city of Detlas…
He yearns for her accompany for the one last time.