[Major 2.6 story spoilers]

The night was cold, gloomy, as the snowflakes slowly fell into the ground. They seemed to be in some kind of antithesis with the scorching flames which devilishly devoured the remains of Comala Prison, slowly succumbing it. Without Alephs control, it's seconds were numbered .The prisoners inside , which werent even real criminals, were waltzing like masochists to the tragedy's music.

Unlike Aleph.

He was away, on a hill, simply watching the scene unfold. Vertin and the others were long gone. The apparent only way to "transidentality" in dr." Merlin's" eyes was dying before him. The Storm was coming.