Steel, glass and brick melted. Flesh burned. The stench of it permeated the air. Bright crimson and orange flames devoured all they touched. They spread across the city, dancing wildly. A frenzied festival of destruction. A grand offering of violence that would make any god of war proud. Ares could have walked through the flames and it would have been entirely fitting. The screams of the dying were a melody of war.
War was exactly what this was. A declaration of war that no one could possibly ignore. The world was dying. They were running out of time. There was no more time for negotiation and argumentation. Swift decisive actions had to be taken. There was no time to be gentle and beat around the bush. Cora had made a statement. A simple one.
If you didn’t stand with her you stood agai
