'What sort of...'
Lazarus narrowed his eyes at the shattered water before him. It lay in fragments, like a broken mirror splintered into thousands of shards, each reflecting his image from a different angle.
From within the fragments, Lazarus saw several dozen scenes until his eyes focused on a certain fragment where he saw a certain silhouette. At first, he was lost, but getting a better look, he recognized the silhouette.
It was that of Noel.
Though his back was turned, his way, Lazarus was certain that the figure within the fragment was Noel. He stood above the crimson sea, his entire presence seemingly warping the space around him as another figure stood next to him.
She was radiant.
Just the mere sight of her made Lazarus want to look away.
She felt too bright.
Almost as if he were staring at the sun itself.
The two stood floating on top of the crimson sea, staring in a particular direction.
Lazarus couldn't tell what they were looking at.
