"Hello, Ren."
Ren's head snapped to the side at the sound of the voice, the last flickers of light from the vanished world still fading around him.
There was only an endless amount of stars around him, stretching across a black ocean.
His golden aura flickered around him, sustaining him in the absence of air.
A shimmer of white mist gathered before him, then parted.
A figure stepped out of it, looking graceful, and with a veil covering her face.
The folds of her clothes swayed like smoke, her outline faint at the edges, as if the universe itself couldn't decide whether to remember her or not.
"The Forgotten," Ren breathed, his voice low and rough.
She inclined her head. "Yes."
"What happened?" Ren demanded harshly. "Where's Lilith? Where's Thorn? Carthage! Everything. Where are they?"
The Forgotten's veil rippled. "Gone."
The single word landed like a blow.
Ren's breath hitched. "Gone?"
