Black Mirage

Liam's Consciousness

*Sounds Of Water Dripping*

*Whistling Wind*

In a dark endless void, the ground like glass water, in space, an ash big tree lies there, containing four-leaf clovers, some witters dropping to the ground in ash and as it did, another grew in replacement, emerging out of the branch.

Ghost was seated at the center wearing a dark smirk, his long arms rested against his knees, positioned up, his head bent downwards, his eyes covered.

Suddenly his elf ears switched.

"We need to talk," he said with a growl, noticing the familiar presence, slowly raising his head staring at the person standing a few distances away from him, his partner, and his wielder.

"Liam" he adds.

Liam gave him a pissed look as fury burned in his eyes.

"You look angry at Ghost" Ghost said in amusement.

Damn right he was, Liam came at him, each step making a loud radioactive sound to the ground.