PROLOGUE
225 Words
As the sun descended and the sky darkened, the cries got louder and louder.
Every single Guardian in the Arcane City, wherever they may be, stood still and looked at the bodies scattered everywhere in the streets and the destroyed buildings.
Indeed, the battle has been won but at a great cost. Almost half of the race has been annihilated. Every single Arcanian base all over the world has been thrown into chaos.
The skies rumbled. Three lightning strikes appeared. Then came the heavy rain. It seemed that Heaven was mourning with them.
Nothing was more heart-wrenching than the piercing roar of agony coming from the man who had just lost his betrothed right before his very eyes.
The woman's body, whose eyes had now lost its last traces of life, lay in the arms of his distraught fiancee.
Everyone within the vicinity stopped and bowed to pay their respects to the fallen warrior. They all knew from that moment that nothing would ever be the same again. Nobody just knew how much would change, especially the Firestarter woman who stood with the rest, watching as the fateful ties of the lovers were severed by death.
Everyone is set to find their rightful place in the world, but comes with it is a great deal of misery.
No one will be left unscathed.
No one.
- Writer
