The Universe Is Innately Just

Their hand was held in front of their lips. Liquid spilling out of their mouth as they threw away the meager amount of food they had managed to swallow.

Panic spread on top of the wall, and before long, numerous individual was curled up on the floor. Tears streaking down their eyes as their heart felt as thought it was going to explode.

Only a few, rare, battle-hardened persons could manage to resist the horrifying fear that was shaking their soul. Their blood ran cold as their blood vessel thinned down from the vasoconstriction caused by the stressful trauma of the truth bomb.

Jamie opened his lips in the hope of trying to reinvigorate the spirit of his peers. But the only thing that ended up leaving his mouth was a shallow sight that translated the internal crisis he was feeling deep down.

In front of death, each individual found ways to cope with it. Some panicked as they lost control of their feelings in an emotional outburst, while others would simply abandon themselves in complete inaction.

Deep down, Jamie knew that he was part of the second type of individual as self deprecating thought didn"t take long before forming in his mind.

"Well… We did everything we could…",he said as his shoulder began dropping low.

"What can we do against such G.o.dly beings?", he added as he felt that the simple fact of having fought the beasts without dying was a feat to reckon. His thought fell in a negative spiral that continued swallowing inwardly, causing him to lose focus on whatever was happening next to him.

His ears heard sounds, varying in their frequencies, and some were deep while others were acute. His eyes caught sign of what was happening, yet his mind ignored everything as he focused completely on his own thought.

In one way or another, Jamie had found himself obliged to cope with his upcoming death. His fighting spirit was akin to a candle flickering in a blizzard, threatening at any moment to turn into ghosts of its past—a shallow smoke from the internal fire that had inhabited him.

"Only those like him can afford to keep their spirit up in those kinds of situation…", he thought as the image of a broad back flashed in his mind. "Sadly, I don"t think that even he can take us out of this situation…"

"As strong as he can become, a man only has this much influence in front of calamities…", he ended his thought as his mind bloomed with the negative thoughts related to his own doom. Bribes of his life flashed in front of his face in a stuttered manner; he couldn"t help but feel happy about his accomplishment.

Before long, a peaceful expression flashed on his face as he couldn"t help but feel like fleeing from the battlefield. Not to save his own life, but to gaze one last time at the first and last woman he had ever loved in his life.

He felt a thug deep down his heart. Then, what couldn"t be contained would never be, he turned toward Walter, and couldn"t help but bow deeply toward him.

The middle aged man didn"t notice him, but the m.u.f.fled voice that came from his right side still manages to gather his attention.

"Forgive me sir, but this isn"t where I"m supposed to be!", he said before turning around. His engine screamed as his figure took on a flight, he turned into an arrow that pierced toward the center of the main district.

His heart was filled with regret, but the last two days without having met his wife caused him to ignore the shame he was feeling. It was as though he had an epiphany, that in this specific moment, there was no use for his up in the wall.

He wouldn"t be capable of shifting the balance of the war by himself. He wouldn"t be capable of fighting that G.o.dly ent.i.ty, and he wouldn"t be capable of leading the scared soldiers with his current state of mind.

The only thing he found himself capable of doing was accompanying his wife as he waited for the city"s destruction. He didn"t know if that was the most logical action to do, but he could only follow the call of his heart and soul.

He flew through the numerous building in a lightning-fast manner. Usually, this kind of action would be noticed immediately by the authorities, but he couldn"t care less. On top of that, the main district"s street was void of any soul due to the critical state the city found itself in.

"Faster-Faster-Faster…", he thought as his armored figure streaked between a few buildings. After not even a minute since he had quit the walls, he appeared in front of a large but modest building that was hidden between two business skysc.r.a.per.

The acute sounds of his MechSuit depressurizing spread before his figure flew out of the armored armament. He began walking- before swiftly darting in a run- toward the building"s entrance.

He stopped in front of the doors for a few seconds, before typing the dial on the panel to his left in a lightning fast manner. His heart emboldened his heart, made his shame disappear, as he streaked through the hall of the building where he lived.

Before long, he found himself obliged to a standstill after entering the elevator. He gazed at his complexion, and in a flash of consciousness, couldn"t help but regret his action. "Will she still love me in this state?", he thought as he gazed at his horrible complexion.

Large black bags were hanging under his eyes. Small patches of facial hair had begun forming a two days beard, and his hair was ruffled and in disarray. The worst was the color of his skin, a yellowish-white color that was a far cry from his healthy tone.

His heartbeat sped as his worst fear caused his complexion to pale even further. He felt nauseous inside of the small elevator, and his internal emotional outburst caused him to nearly fall down his knee. His mental state declined at a fast pace as the encounter with the divine being caused a hole to appear down the foundation of his soul.

Before long, the h.e.l.lish wait was ended as he felt the elevator come to a stop. As soon as the door opened, he nearly threw himself out as he began feeling intense suffocation.

His figure swayed as he took the direction of the door of his apartment, his staggering steps echoed in the silent corridor, only coming to a stop when he stopped in front of the wooden door.

His hand trembled slightly as his arm rose toward the door. Determination flashed on his face as he had nothing more to lose, his hand moved twice in a row before stopping.

Knock! Knock!

He stood patiently, waiting with his head dropped low toward the ground. "What if she already left?", his heart jumped at the random thought, and he quickly calmed his paranoia as he avoided thinking about that.

A minute pa.s.sed as his hand once again rose. Hesitation flashed on his red eyes that hadn"t blinked once since he stood in front of the door, afraid that he would miss the moment the door would open.

In a little time frame of a few minutes, his mental state continued worsening as his thought began falling in an abyss like a train of thought. And before long, he heard a click that resounded through the entirety of his soul itself.

His eyes rose toward the opening door as his shoulder instinctively strengthened. In the small amount of time, before the door opened, a bright smile had popped on his face, the last attempt at hiding the depressed state of thought that had worsened in less than an hour.

The figure he had dreamed about appeared in front of his eyes. His smile turned brighter, and he couldn"t contain himself anymore as he stepped toward the feminine figure in front of him.

Blond flamboyant hair cascaded down the figure"s thin and frail frame. A surprised groan escaped her mouth as she felt the familiar figure embrace her in a split second.

Thought ran across her mind as she couldn"t help but ask herself is the war was over, but she didn"t open her mouth as she felt the tense muscles all over her husband"s body.

She waited a few seconds in his comfortable snuggle before making her way toward his face. She gazed at him with a pure face that could revive the dead and waited a few seconds before asking the question that hung on her throat.

"What had happened?", she asked softly with a quiet smile hanging on her rosy lips.

Jamie looked at the pet.i.te woman in front of him; his smile slowly decomposed into a grim face. His mouth opened slowly as he was going to explain everything to her. "She needs to know…", he thought as he determined himself to speak the truth.

But nothing left his mouth, only thin droplets of tears began falling down his hard cheeks before he embraced his wife in a tighter grasp.