Furrowed Brows

Ryu streaked through the skies, his mood feeling light. It had been a long time since he felt that he had the strength to protect himself properly, and now that he could, it made his heart feel as clear as a mirror. The air felt fresher and the skies seemed brighter. 

Right at this moment, Ryu didn't have any solid goals. He would like to find things that could strengthen himself and speed up the process of unsealing his eyes, but the odds that he would find another Ruin of the caliber of the one left behind by Flowing Frost was highly unlikely. 

His luck was good, but it definitely wasn't that good.