~ Seraphina’s POV ~
The training grounds are empty now. Just scorched earth and the silent echoes of what had come before. The air still carried the weight of struggle. A few torches sputtered stubbornly, their tired flames throwing restless shadows across the cold stone walls.
But for me, the fight wasn’t over. Not yet.
This must be his doing.
How could I forget the lengths he would go to? How easily he’d tear down anything that didn’t bend to his will. Anything that slipped out of his control became a target. I should have seen it coming.
I stood in the stillness that followed, the air thick with the sting of burnt wood, sweat, and blood. It clung to my skin like smoke. But worse was the trace of Regis.
The foul weight of him still hung in the night like a sickness I couldn’t shak
