Apollo and the rest of his friends stared blankly at the screen, their opinions no longer voiced as silence completely overtook them. The screen flashed with a different kind of light, one they could not take their eyes off.
At the capital, the sky had stopped feeling like a sky.
It no longer showed stars at night or even the sun during the day. The people of the Empire had lost their perception of time. The constant battering of energies made time warp into something unreadable.
Thus, none of them knew how long the war had stretched on.
It felt like the battlefield of gods.
One that shook the heavens and ground the earth to dust. Every streak of light reflected shadows that continued to devour their hope. The dome shielding the city from danger remained unscathed, but it did nothing to ease the fear that one day it might shatter and summon death upon its people.
Niccolo struggled to breathe as he drifted backward through the torn clouds.
