Kuchisake; Slit-Mouth

[Apollon]

Dream. Nightmare.

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Like an empty husk, Aoi would open her eyes to find herself weightlessly drifting in space, a burning Toledo right in front of her as a battle resembling the Battle of Toledo brews on. She tilts her head sideways as she inspects the surroundings. A multitude of Order and Core ships battling out in orbit, explosions left and right. Her limbs felt dead as she had no ability to move them whatsoever, the only thing that was permitted for her to do was to sit idly and watch as if it were a movie.

Projectiles barely miss her only to hit a fighter causing it to lose control and explode close to her body. The explosion released a shockwave that pushed her away, eventually slamming into the metallic chassis of a battleship: Isis. She spots another body drifting, wearing an Order uniform his back facing towards her. It slowly rotates towards her, eventually revealing Orillion. The man silently shook his head before a projectile from an Order fighter pierced the body, guts and flesh splattering everywhere, covering her as well.

Aoi screamed. Silently. Freezing in awe and shock as she saw her role model turn to nothing but scraps of flesh. Next, she gazed at her side, spotting what seems to be a replica of herself wearing a torn Order uniform staring her continuously, the replica stretched both of its arms towards trying to hold her before a strong white flash appears from far away quickly reaching them.

The replica evaporates before everything turns white. She opens her eyes once again, now Nomad ships fly around a green Toledo with what looks to be a civilization has taken place. No traces of any destruction or lava on the planet. Peaceful and beautiful was the least she could think of to describe the scenery.

Aoi puts a mild smile with an exhale of relief before it fades to black.