Ashification

"....." Barely able to keep his bloodshot eyes open, Robin fixed his gaze on the pristine sky of Nihari, a sky so tranquil it felt almost surreal.

He floated atop a sea of molten lava and burned corpses, his battered body trembling involuntarily, his neck twisting every few moments, reacting to the deep wounds inflicted upon his very soul. And yet, despite the pain that wracked his being, a satisfied smile remained unwavering on his lips.

Because, in this moment, he was hearing the most beautiful sound in existence— the one sound he had longed for ever since Richard gave the signal to start this devastating war… the sound of silence.

Blup Blup

Of course, he could still hear the lava surrounding him, bubbling and occasionally bursting as trapped pockets of air escaped to the surface.

But the sound was soft, almost soothing—nothing like the deafening roars of colossal weapons that had dominated the battlefield.