The Absence of War

A World Without War

Ethan stood on the balcony of his apartment, staring at the horizon.

The city stretched before him—bright, untouched, alive. Skyscrapers gleamed in the morning sun, students rushed to school, and the streets hummed with normalcy.

No Rift.

No battles.

No gods waiting to erase him from existence.

It had been a month since the final battle.

A month since the Rift had disappeared.

A month since the war had ended.

And yet, something inside him didn't feel right.

Behind him, the door slid open.

"Hey, you're brooding again."

Mia stepped outside, her red hair slightly messy from just waking up. She leaned against the railing beside him, yawning.

Ethan smirked slightly. "I don't brood."

Mia raised an eyebrow. "You stand alone, staring at the city, looking all mysterious? That's textbook brooding."

She tilted her head. "Thinking about the war?"