He looked further than he was meant to see...
There it was—the thing that kept this whole madness-infused reality together.
Floating in the air, suspended on great hooks so vicious in their nature they seemed to relish the flesh and blood of the being they held in the realms of eternity and eternal torture, they would greedily feast on her pain and agony, growing larger and more vicious with each cycle of feeding they underwent.
Beyond the reality of frozen powerhouses corrupted by their flailing egos, beyond the mirror that fed on the self-imposed future of Fate and her sister...
Beyond all the chaotic distractions that had overwhelmed his mind moments prior.
There she hung—battered and torn, desecrated.
