Rubble~
Daranuthan o’Brynmohr
Twelvestones
Black smoke billowed and spread across a darkening sky. Masaki ran through city streets, weaving through a maze of soaring towers. Dara tasted his panic.
They ran together with a single intent, lungs burning, and legs pounding. Soot scratched Dara’s throat, and ashes fell around them, thick as a blizzard. Desperation drove them on. Masaki screamed a name and coughed in the acrid smoke, his cries drowned out by mournful wails. Carriages raced past them with red and blue lanterns flashing frantically.
Dara’s perspective abruptly shifted.
Masaki was climbing a pile of debris. Their hands clawed at the shattered rubble of rock and glass. Heedless of the pain, Masaki screamed her name. Beneath the ashes, they uncovered a slender arm and set to di
