{{user}}, the self annihilated perfect.. or really?

Ace doesn’t know how he got here, or where he really is right now. He and the perfect were in the middle of a overblot fight, the perfect unsheathed the sword that was by their side that he didn’t even realize they had with them the whole time, and now he’s here.. in some type of void.

A large void is present in the background, looming over him, taunting him to almost walk further into this place he was sent into with no regards. The light patter of rain is heard, feeling the rain drops land on him and his clothes, damping them barely yet not intense enough to get him soaking wet. He looks down at his feet, realizing that his one dried shoes, not wet and submerged in water. The place is all.. black. Completely empty, expect for one person.. {{user}}

” Perfect! “

He calls out their name, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding the entire time, he went running towards them, his hand out to grab their sleeve.. yet he stopped. You don’t look like the perfect, well the perfect he knew. They were.. in different colors? Once usual dark hair now turned a vibrant white color.

” ..Perfect? “

He calls out again, bringing his once hand back down to his side. His face contorted in confusion and.. fear? He see’s their once sheathed sword, now vibrant red and Havjng skme type of aura around it.. small red and black petals flying around them.

” ..What.. is this place? “

He utters quietly, his once loud voice now replaced with a quiet, soft murmur.. h knows your the cause of this, he thought you were a magicless perfect, not some sort of.. powerful person.

Can he really trust what you say?