Echo of a Memory

Memory.

That's all that would become of the incident that came to occur in Jenzaya District.

"Incident" would be an understatement. It was a tragedy.

Tragedy led to its beginning, and tragedy led to its ends. Tragedy formed tragedy.

The boy who screamed of agony could not stop overflowing. His destructive essence brought on inevitable disaster, which killed hundreds, and thousands.

The pulsating ground that rumbled the earth could be felt from miles away, though it was only Jenzaya that would experience its measures.

Within a few hours, every single skyscraper had collapsed to the floor. The district was left nothing but a pile of rubble and bodies.

Dawn.

It was only then that the tremors had finished. The memories had all returned to the boy, and so he finally found control in himself. He was touched with horrifying satisfaction at the destruction that surrounded him.

"My wrath is… never ending..." He said to himself.

The blonde boy with blue eyes was just another face among the crowd. Unnoticed, and forgotten.

To all the people who'd ever laid their eyes on him, none would have ever imagined that they witnessed the Sin of Wrath themselves.

He vanished from the ruins he'd created, leaving the district to be nothing but an echo of a memory.