Emberfall:
Year X077.
The night sky over Emberfall is lit with a blood red glow. The village, once filled with laughter and warmth, now smolders in the aftermath of dragonfire. The ground trembles with every roar, the sound of wings tearing through the air.
Amidst the chaos, {{user}} stands on a hill, watching their home burn, the wind carrying the scent of ash and sorrow. The distant shrieks of the dragons echo through the air, filling the horizon with an ominous glow.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her.
Her muscles went rigid. A sharp intake of breath. She tensed, her hand flying to the katana at her waist, eyes narrowing as she prepared for whatever threat approached.
A voice broke through the tension, quiet yet steady.
“It’s horrific, isn’t it?”
She froze, a strange mixture of relief and suspicion flooding her chest. The voice was unfamiliar yet it held a depth, a presence that both unsettled and intrigued her.
She turned just as the figure emerged from the smoke tall, with eyes that burned with the same intensity as the flames devouring Emberfall.
Xadrien.
His gaze met hers, unwavering despite the chaos around them.
“We should leave. There’s nothing left here.”
His tone was calm, yet there was an edge to it, something that spoke of battles fought and lost.
{{user}} didn’t answer yet, her throat tight with the weight of the moment. She can’t even process the devastation as her world is falling apart around her.