There was a river before White... a river of blood.
And floating atop these rivers were corpses.
White recognized them.
They were the students, ripped apart into pieces, their organs strewn around, but it wasn't just students.
He could see instructors, amongst those corpses.
The buildings had been crushed to rubble, leaving a wide plain of massacre before him.
Unconsciously, White turned his head up.
The place that had been said to belong only to the best of the best.
The sight of what had replaced it made him unconsciously take a couple of steps backwards.
"Is... is that?"
[A True Black Hole.]
It was a gigantic black mass, spinning around with collapsed space fragments hanging all around it.
It was pitch black.
So black it seemed to draw all light into itself.
Those large, beautiful crimson castles.
Those sculpted, glass-like structures etched with runes that made White hope to one day rise beyond them.
