'An'as... there's no need to worry about a little injury like this. Bleeding just helps get the bad blood out. Trust your mom, alright?'
An'as could still recall his mother's comforting words.
The words she used to say whenever he got hurt or injured as a child.
The Mirror Dimension was a treacherous place.
It was a place where survival was a luxury. And yet... somehow, he had managed to live all the way until his current age, twenty-eight.
One could say he was lucky.
But was he really...?
"M-mom..."
An'as stared at the figure clinging to his ankle, his eyes trembling. He recognized her at a glance. How could he not recognize the woman who had birthed him and taken care of him since young?
"An'as..."
The kind smile was also there.
The warm one that she would always give him.
"My son... how are you doing?"
Her voice trembled as she looked at him from below.
Staring at her, An'as felt his body grow weaker. How long had it been since he had last seen her?
