Gawain stood in the depths of the vortex, and this cold, lifeless, eerie world remained frozen by his side, as if it had been unchanged for millions of years.
A human being, as insignificant as dust on this battlefield.
He looked up and saw the dragons flying in the sky circling the metal tower, forming ring after ring. The flames, frost, and lightning released by the dragons were all solidified in the air, and against the backdrop of a sphere like shattered glass, everything appeared distorted and unreal, like ink splattered wantonly.
Were those dragons still alive? Had they perished in real history, or were they truly frozen in this space-time, or perhaps they still lived in the outside world, surviving somewhere with memories of this battlefield?
