Evan's head hung low at that last thought, rain dripping down his face in silence as Time Difference deactivated, his accelerated thoughts slowing.
This wasn't how things were supposed to unfold.
Everything had seemed to be going according to plan.
Evan had been certain he could stop this scene from ever happening and that there wouldn't be any sacrifices.
He had confidence in his plan to trap and eliminate every member of the Fourth Division, securing what he believed would be a flawless victory.
But that confidence had worked against him.
He had known the Demonic Hand would pull out all the stops, but he hadn't been able to predict how far they would go just to take him out.
Because of that, he had been out of action at the worst possible time, completely unable to stop this Disaster from occurring.
Oradiff City had been destroyed, and even if the people of the land were now freed by his flames, they had once been turned to stone.
