The Raven Court
Isadora walked the pavement, her footsteps were silent. Debris on every corner, craters on the ground, and the structures completely turned over.
Her pale ambers reflected the fires breaking out, the division of mountain surfaces, the buildings collapsing, and the chaos in every corner as hell unleashed.
The stone bridge, once refined and decorated with lanterns, creating several channels, was now in ruins. Everything was burning.
Echoes of her name being called streamed through. But her ears muffled them all. She was deeply devastated by the sight that shattered her heart to pieces.
"Isadora!"
Isadora's breathing hitched, the sound of the voice pulling her from the depths of her grief.
Her head turned, and right at the corner of her eyes, she saw a blade coming for her head.
Isadora's bloodied fist clenched tightly around her twin daggers as she reacted quickly, blocking the force of the attack.
