Another Impossible Choice

Runera looked as he had left it, and Arthur needed no introduction to his own city. As he looked at Rega in the center, he could feel that something was wrong. Instead of flying cubes that worked as facilities, rubble filled the sky.

A thunderstorm raged above Runera, sending bolts of black lightning every now and then. Each bolt that struck the city shook the entire world, almost bringing it to the ground.

"I believe that you have already met a fallen Runera, but that version of you is not one we could understand," said Azkahar as he strolled forward, his shoes splattering the pooling blood. "In this timeline, you unleashed your wrath against the gods."

"I know the reason, so don't say it," said Arthur as he followed after the humanoid dragon. "I don't want to hear it."