Ren stood in the heart of the broken, fiery dimension. This was the place where he had been undone and remade.
The floor shimmered faintly beneath his boots, the residual heat from the presence of the Primordial Flame comforting.
Around him, scattered across the floor, lay the remnants of his past.
Weapons collected from fallen foes. The various pieces of armors he'd seen and liked. Dozens of trinkets, relics, coins, and scrolls from every journey and battlefield.
There were even various cuts of meat, from the beasts they'd killed to sustain themselves while living on the mountain range.
His old pouch had burst open during the Flame's cleansing, pouring his belongings across the floor like the guts of a world turned inside out.
He knelt, his fingers brushing the things within reach.
Lilith came up beside him, one hand resting lightly on her stomach, the other hovering near his shoulder.
She didn't speak. She didn't have to.
Ren smiled faintly, shaking his head.
