In a world ravaged by spacequakes, Accelerator, the unparalleled esper, sacrifices his power to protect Last Order. Unexpectedly, he is pulled into this new world with new rules, where spacequakes wreak havoc unpredictably. Now, the world's mightie...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Under the cloak of night, the snow-covered plains of Russia were enveloped in an ethereal silence, so quiet that even the faintest sound like a pin drop or a whispered breath—seemed to reverberate through the icy air. It was a scene straight out of a fairytale, where nature held its breath, captivated by the beauty of the frost-kissed landscape.
The lovely scene is a facade, a serene mask that draped over the land, betrayed the unsettling truth that this picturesque landscape had become a ruthless warzone. The tranquility of the scene was so deceptively tranquil that it defied all reason, cunningly concealing the grim reality unfolding beneath its deceptive surface. Unbeknownst to an unsuspecting observer, World War Three waged on, it's devastating echoes drowned out by the veil of silence that shrouded the land.
"I am so done with being the strongest one. I am done with all this shit. I am done with everything,"
A feeble voice shattered the quiet nature of the scene. The words spoken, though faint, echoed through the air, lingering with a haunting resonance. It was a voice burdened with the weight of a thousand sorrows. As he crumbled to his knees, his white winter clothes bore the gruesome stains of blood, a stark contrast against the pristine white snow.
The voice that shattered the silence belonged to a young, androgynous teenager. His frail frame, marked by the toll of war, was adorned with pale skin, moppy white hair, and red eyes.
The surrounding trees stood tall and solemn, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers towards the heavens. The snowflakes, once pure and delicate, fell gently around the fallen teenager,
With tired eyes, the androgynous teenager lifted his gaze towards the bright expanse of the sky above. The sight of the bright sky stirred a whirlwind of memories within the androgynous teenager's weary mind. Like pages torn from a weathered journal, the past experiences that l flickered before his tired eyes.
The bright sky above him was brighter than his past.
He recalled the struggles he had endured, crawling through the treacherous darkness that had enveloped his existence. He recalled the past events of his life that led to this moment. His whole life had been a harrowing journey, an arduous crawl through the dreaded darkness in search of salvation—a light at the end of the tunnel.
A flicker of doubt appeared in his mind. What if the light he had relentlessly pursued, that glimmer of salvation he had yearned for, was nothing more than the headlight of an oncoming train on its way to bring more suffering?
His throat strained beyond its limits, emitting raspy breaths that grated like the scrape of a nail file. The taste of salt lingered as crimson liquid occasionally seeped from his injuries, betraying the internal trauma he endured. Within his body, the tubes once flowing freely now constricted, filled with a sticky substance that impeded the natural rhythms of his body.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
