Their first real test was a town plagued by a Chimera—a broken Chain devouring the minds of the living. Alice, golden scythe flashing, tore through its illusory world. But as the monster died, it laughed.
On his fifteenth birthday, the clock lied. pandora heart oz
He smiled. Not the fake, charming grin of a duke’s son. But a real, fragile, defiant smile. Their first real test was a town plagued
Until a key turned in the lock.
The last thing Oz saw before the Abyss swallowed him was Gilbert’s horrified face, reaching for him, and Ada’s tear-streaked cheeks. Then, there was only the click of a pocket watch and a fall into an eternity of black. The Abyss was not a place. It was the absence of one. A crushing, silent pressure where thought was agony and memory was a poison. Oz floated in a sea of broken chains, the whispers of the dead coiling around his ears. He lost count of the hours, the days, the years. He was nothing. A discarded doll in a forgotten attic. On his fifteenth birthday, the clock lied