"My god." Blood. Ice. Thunder. Rain. Black. "My universe." Cold. Lost. Wary. Dead. Sorrow. Ivan is dead. Undoubtedly, irreversibly dead. Till is alive. Unfortunately, irrefutably alive. Ivan cannot escape death. He is dead. Till cannot escape life. He is alive. If he can get him back, however impossible it sounds. . . would he?

Ivan lost his stage. Till lost his. At the end of round six, Ivan is rescued - but with no way to get Till out, and no way to tell if he's even alive. Except breaking into the old garden of Anakt. Creds to my friend for the title WHY HAS THIS GOT SO MANY READS ITS SO BAD WTH