Tyson
The last fragment tethered to the first world had finally shattered. The scattered pieces were returned to their rightful owners, rebuilding the portion that should never have been removed from the timeline. The little boy walked alongside me with his tiny hand in mine, releasing a long sigh that carried the tone of a soul way older than his young appearance.
He stared at the returning fragments, many emotions filtering across his face. For a moment, I thought I spotted a bit of anticipation in his eyes. Was he welcoming his death so enthusiastically ? Or was it something else? His hand squeezed mine for a moment and then he looked at me.
“Mr. Lightshade, I understand your doubts. Once again, I would like to thank you for helping me. However, it is not time for you to know why I c
