Walking through the snow-filled land, Naevora's boots sank deep into the fresh powder with every step.
Trees lay uprooted or snapped at the trunk around the landscape.
The ground was torn open in wide, jagged fissures, edges glowing faintly with dying crimson ether.
Snow had been blasted away in violent rings, exposing scorched black earth beneath.
And everywhere she turned... blood.
Pools of blood had congealed into black ice, spears of blood jutting upward like grotesque monuments and tendrils of dried blood rolling across the surface like veins on a corpse.
Naevora's gaze trembled.
She stopped walking.
Her breath fogged in short, sharp bursts as the reality settled in her chest 'A huge fight happened here.'
Her heart stuttered 'B-Brandon.'
In the next instant, she kicked off the ground and dashed up in the sky.
Snowflakes whipped past her face as she glanced around the ruined landscape from above.
