Aftermath of a storm

The room was silent as two bodies laid down in two separate beds, the white of the surrounding a glaring contrast to the colourful life that laid inside the sheets.

Blue-green eyes took in the form of the pair who slept on throughout the whole aftermath.

If someone asked Xiao for a recount of what had happened in the clearing he would not be able to give a clear account at all. Objectively he knew what happened and subjectively he could theories well enough to reach a conclusion.

But if you were to be specific? He would only be able to tell you pieces of things that happened in between the things.

He knew that something had interfered with them during the fight.

Objectively, every piece of the world tree carried a similar level of authority and hence, it should have ended in a stalemate. Only, that was not what had happened.

Not at all.