Ruined

Ryu sat high in a tree with a trunk so thick it rivaled a mountain. Like an ancient mother tree, it covered the skies with its canopy.

And yet, this tree was in the middle of a world that felt forged of brimstone and fire.

Despite that, it was extremely cool this high up, as though the tree itself was shading Ryu from even the heat despite being rooted in the endless pools of lava.

Ryu didn't seem to be in a rush, just sitting there, swinging his legs. His mind was in an endless state of peace, and he wasn't nearly as hurried as he had been before.

And then, he looked over toward a certain location.

His pupils trembled, and the sights before him seemed to zoom in. Soon, his sight had crossed millions of miles to land on a shadowy figure just crossing a Fate Barrier.

The moment his eyes landed on them, they looked up as though to meet his gaze from so far away at the very same time.