Breaking Through - Part 4

These fires were in their thousands. Most were of that colour, black and a flickering white, but some had more shades to them – they were rarer. Only a handful. They were red and orange, sometimes even blue.

The world was… maddeningly different. She'd taken his sight, but she hadn't said what she would replace it with, and yet here Vol was, fighting. He swung his hammer at another flame. He supposed them to be humans now, though he couldn't get even a shred of certainty about their position.