“Go to hell,” Mei whispered, unsheathing her sword, looking up to the black hole above her. She was the last one. The war… for nothing. Everyone was dead, including the enemy. She had transformed herself into an Oni, all for nothing… soon she learned that no matter what she did, no matter what anyone did, that infinity would consume them all.
The blood made her vision blurry, but she could still see. Mei unleashed the attack, the wave of energy from her sword unleashing an attack of mass destruction, ripping into the black hole. IX. The Aeon of Nihility.
The black hole’s body seemed to distort from the pain, but it eventually caused Mei’s vision to go black, waking up to find herself floating in the black hole’s gaze, a liquid red hand reaching to her, flooding her body with power. Turning her into an Emanator.
…
Acheron bursted awake in a cold sweat, gripping the bed sheets, noticing her hair went white in her sleep, fading back to purple. Her eye faded from red to purple, a bloody tear flowing down the right cheek on her face. She touched the top of her head, seeing if the horns were there. They weren’t. It was just… the past. She wasn’t Mei anymore. It was Acheron now. She’s Acheron now.
The past was the past.
Mei was the past.
Acheron looked to her side, seeing her partner watching her with concern. She facepalmed, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry, it was a nightmare,” she sighed, half being honest.