The rain continued its course. Thunder and lightning rumbled in the distance, cutting through the brief moments of silence.
The sky, covered in dense dark clouds, roared like a restrained beast, releasing its fury in irregular bursts that illuminated the world for no more than a blink.
Blurry images—like those memories drifting back and forth from the past into the present, projected before his eyes as if he had been the protagonist of a thousand misfortunes—appeared before him, distorted with the present.
They blended like reflections on disturbed water, impossible to distinguish clearly, warping faces, voices, and emotions into a chaotic mass that did not entirely belong to him.
He was carried in someone's arms while his decaying body desperately searched for a way to survive. He felt the faint sway of each step, the crunch of debris under firm boots, the muffled sound of rain striking armor and cloth.
