Smoke curled from the broken walls of the king's once-pristine garden. Rubble lay strewn across the marble tiles like the remains of a collapsed temple. The skies were beginning to calm—storm clouds retreating slowly, the vortex of demonic energy dissolving like breath on a mirror.
Smoke curled from the broken walls of the king's once-pristine garden. Rubble lay strewn across the marble tiles like the remains of a collapsed temple. The skies were beginning to calm—storm clouds retreating slowly, the vortex of demonic energy dissolving like breath on a mirror.
Luci stood with one foot atop the shattered pedestal that used to hold a statue of the kingdom's founder. His hand, still stained with steam from the king's corrupted blood, twitched as he flexed his fingers. His chains jangled softly in the breeze, now partially glowing, as if reacting to the overload of demonic energy in the air.
