Cloud of smoke rising high into the air. Fire, crater, small humanoid corpses to great beast corpses scatter everywhere. The mountain and earth split, even the sky look broken.

"Please comes back, its over now... so please...." a faint whisper drift within the wind, whisper that full of longing and sorrow comes from A lone man with a black tattered armour. He's kneelling on top of a mountain. That pose almost look like praying, if you exclude few spear that pierce his body and fix that position still.

In front of him stood a blue jewel bigger than a mountain. that blue jewel is an an iceberg so clear and so cold that even make you feel the chill aura from afar and even start to frezee the ground around it.

Within it trapped a beauty. More like a goddess. Each part of her is perfect. No word can describe her beauty. Her frozen face gaze upon the lone man, as if she's console him, and somehow a little guilty feeling feels within that gaze.

Near the man. A 6 meter tall body laid. The body is demonic, a long tail, and somehow look distorted even though it stay still.

"Hahah, do you see now? A tragic hero, useless, stupid strugle " a rumbling heavy voice heard from an almost severed head, with a broken ram horn protuding from the the side of the head."either way i still destroy this world... *cough. And you... *cough... you won nothing. Does it feels good to kill me? Hahahaha *cough

The lone man stay still. As if the demon voice doesnt even sound. He's just stare at the goddess.

Soon the voice fade and never echo again.

The day keep passing. The coldness from the iceberg keep spreading till the sky start to froze and snow start to fall.

A layer.

Two layer

The snow keep pilling as if the heaven want the earth to know her sorrow. Soon the terrain start to change into a vast iceland. With only the tip of the iceberg shown and become the mountain peak.

As the mountain start to made. Deep within those frozen mountain the goddess eyes lit up. "Sleep well my hero, i'm sorry. hope you'll find someone better to protect when you wake up." The voice switch to a faint whisper, a magical and powerful yet beautiful and soft.

As the voice go on the time too passes by. The mountain grow older, almost ancient. But near the peak the space ripple at fixed place. And within that ripple no trace of time can be found.