280 Alone

[Present]

After the Lord Rift closed, Michael was teleported back to the Untamed Jungle. He emerged from his Summoning Gate alongside Tiara.

She staggered forward, while Michael could only stare ahead, his eyes void of their earlier vigor and luster. His clothes were burned, his Armor Set molten, and his skin and the flesh beneath charred. It was already a miracle that Michael was still alive. However, he couldn't be happy. Michael couldn't feel anything.

A loud metallic sound rang through his ears, pulling Michael's attention to the piece of molten metal that had landed next to him. It had once been a saber, the saber belonging to Masked Saber… It was all there was left of Masked Saber… No. 

It was all Michael was left with of his brother…

"Danny…" He mumbled quietly, pressing his trembling lips together thereafter.

He clenched his fists through the pain as two tears trickled down the corner of his eyes.