Snow's lips trembled.
'That can't be...'
He stared at the images, desperately searching for some indication that he had misunderstood what they were showing him.
But there was none.
The truth continued unfolding before his eyes, each new scene making it increasingly impossible to deny what he was witnessing.
The Land of Survival was not a world that had simply existed since the beginning of time.
It had been created.
Written into existence by someone from another world.
And that someone was Frey Starlight.
Snow's hands slowly fell to his sides.
He could barely breathe.
'Frey... created this world?'
His mind returned to the countless memories he had accumulated throughout his life.
The people he had met.
The enemies he had fought.
The companions he had lost.
The endless struggles that had shaped him into the person he was today.
All of them had taken place within a world created by his closest friend.
A world that had existed because Frey had written it.
