I awoke amidst the flowers, blooming in wondrous paintings across the lands.
The day had come.
Shining lights flew across the endless space above, bright enough to bring day to the night, just like that fateful day long ago. Perhaps there was some philosophical meaning to all that, but I really couldn't care less. After all...
The world was ending once more.
Unlike last time, however, it was not just this world, but rather the entire universe was collapsing in on itself.
It seems the death of the gods had a very bad effect on the forces keeping everything stable.
'Ah, a small celebration should be held.'
I stood up and stretched, the flowers around me suddenly bursting into an iridescent, kaleidoscopic sea of flames, before leaving behind nothing but the endless expanse of jagged rocks.
The thin air filled my neglected lungs and I took in a deep breath for the first time in... well, a very long time.
If the universe was experiencing its last day of existence right now, then I must have slept for at least a few years.
I sat down on the edge of a small cliff, and looked at what was once my whole world, the ruins of what was called the Everlasting City.
I remembered where the eternal flame was kept, and still was now. I remembered where I had that fateful encounter all those years ago. I remembered where we were praised as the saviours of humanity.
I took out the claymore that had served me so well. It was very simple, yet almost indestructible. The engraving of a small fractured moon in front of the sun was shining in a mellow blue, as if it was crying, crying with me.
I was mourning.
I was reminiscing.
I was regretting.
I...
Then, everything was nothing once more.