~ Seraphina's POV ~
The battlefield was a tapestry of c*****e… one stitched from blood and screams.
Steel clashed against steel, a chorus of death that reverberated through my bones. The sharp, acrid scent of burning flesh and the heavy, metallic tang of blood clung to the air, thick enough to choke.
Every breath I drew scraped against my throat, the smoke and gore clinging to my skin like an unwelcome second layer. The ground beneath my boots was slick, a treacherous mire of churned earth, blood, and shattered bone.
But none of it mattered.
Not the chaos. Not the agony. Not the desperate cries of the dying.
My world had narrowed to a single, terrible thread in the unraveling tapestry. And at the end of that thread stood Regis Caden.
This bastard believed that because I am Seraphin
