The gruesome battle's afthermath lay bare for all to see.
Cracks formed in its hemisphere as it was slowly absorbed by the darkness of oblivion.
Rifts formed in the sky and land as the Academy bled to death.
Its spread was nearly imperceptible— slow, surreal, and barely noticeable to the human eye.
But its destruction was undeniable.
The Homeric Academy for Gifted Children will fall.
Despite this crisis at hand, and the empty spaces that were once filled with students, two significantly important figures sat back to back while their bodies were drenched in the rain.
Jane Lucia and Darrell Silvan.
They were the perpetrators of the now-dead Professor, Roland Sunrise.
His body was pinned like a war trophy a few feet away with a spear.
Stabbed through with a torrent of swords that pierced his every being.
It was difficult to imagine the method of his death, and perhaps better that one didn't.
