The place he had landed in was nothing like the floating city above.
It was dark. Cracked. The air was heavy, suffocating.
A wasteland of ruins, where only the failures of this realm lived.
Echo saw them beings that had once sought greatness but had fallen short.
Some had lost limbs.Some had gone insane.Some had simply given up, letting their bodies rot away.
And now, he was one of them.
A voice echoed behind him.
"A new one, huh?"
Echo turned to see a ragged man approaching. His clothes were torn, his face sunken, but his eyes—
His eyes were still burning with something fierce.
"You must've been somebody before you got here," the man said, crouching beside him.
"But here?"
The man smirked, shaking his head.
"You're nobody."
Echo didn't speak.
He didn't need to.