A calm wind blew overhead as I squinted my eyes against the brilliant light of the sun. The waves were especially violent today, pulling and twisting me in whichever way it pleased. I no longer cared. I resigned myself to go wherever the tides took me.
It had been a month since the supernova, which destroyed Purgatory. Since then, I had been aimlessly drifting at sea. I drifted on top of a thin sheet of metal, which was part of the wreckage from the supernatural city.
Around me, I could hear the waves crashing and a sea creature would swim past me every once in a while. A small pod of dolphins had taken an interest in me for a few days and even kept me company, but they eventually got bored and swam off a week ago.
I think…
My concept of time was completely gone. I fought Damian for at least a month, I think. In the beginning, I counted the days as I drifted at sea, but I stopped somewhere around the 20th mark.
I wonder how my pack is doing…
