Aftermath
1 day later.
As Ashahell stood at the same spot as always on the top floor of the Central Tower while looking out over the sky, his mind was a mess for the first time in years.
As someone who pursued perfection, he was always used to seeing his plans working out exactly as he imagined them.
However, what happened yesterday kept reappearing in his mind.
That damn vision! If it weren't for that vision, everything would definitely have gone without a hitch.
Suddenly, his heart completely stopped beating, making him fall back into a chair that had been placed there before.
Pain the likes of which he had never even imagined to be possible racked his entire body, making him almost wish he were dead.
Yet, knowing that his purpose had still not yet been fulfilled, he held on with all of his will.
A trinket at his waist suddenly rose into the air, before shooting towards the veins on his arm and shooting a solution into them.