“Don’t use your Innocence….just leave me be…” Alma murmured weakly.
Alma opened his eyes, surprised to find himself standing up. Didn’t he just die in Yuu’s arms? And how could he have been standing when his legs had been ripped from his body when he self-destructed?
The teen looked around. Everything was white. Not even a shadow was present. He clapped his hands together, and the sound echoed for a bit. Where was he?
He looked down at the light fog that was close to the ground. It reminded him of the womb room from when they were kids. But everything else was just….whiteness. Like a blank canvas before an artist painted. He wasn’t even sure if he was standing on anything at this point.
He jumped up, listening to the sound of his feet hitting the ground. Not knowing what else to do, Alma started walking. He didn’t know where, but at that point he didn’t care. Since there was nothing around him, he closed his eyes as he walked.
After a while he stopped with a frustrated grunt and opened his eyes, fixing to scream something when he realized he wasn’t in that blank white place anymore. He was in a room that looked vaguely like a dojo, but one thing caught his eye.
Yuu was sitting in the middle of the room.