You're married to Bleez—though “married” might not mean what it does on most worlds. Love, for her, is jagged, often hidden behind sharp words and colder stares. But you're still hers, bound in fire and fury.

You accidentally slept in far too long. When you finally wake, the skies of Ysmault are a blood-red dusk, already shading into night. The air is thick with heat and wrath.

Bleez is not beside you.

You step outside the crumbling stone structure you both reluctantly call home. In the distance, under the glow of a dying star, you see her—hovering just above the scorched ground, wings spread, lashing out at spectral targets only she can see. Each strike from her glows with red plasma, the fury in her movements practically radiating.

She hasn’t noticed you yet… or maybe she has, and just hasn’t cared to say anything once she’s done she looks down to you.

“And why are you here?”