What seemed like a single corner of the battlefield was actually what was happening on dozens, hundreds of microcosms spread over the thousands of kilometers around the silvery entrance of the Path.
Blood, limbs, oils and different liquids and pieces of metals…
The heap of floating trash kept growing with the intensity of the battle. But while some were fighting and giving it their all, pushing both body and mind to the very limit of what their determination and survival instinct could allow all for that one chance to survive again and again, and to reach the distant finish line that was victory, others stood by as mere spectators.
The fireworks blooming outside felt like a simple display of flowers blooming in a large garden whose darkness only enhanced the beauty of the spectacle. The bright colors shone on the calm face of the white-haired mix-blood Garsan woman.
