Iris pushed herself off the ground, her hair covered in ash and half her face smeared with a mixture of ash and blood from having lain on the floor for so long. She raised her head and looked at the picture of hell itself. Death was everywhere. Flashes of magic illuminated the battlefield, screams of pain filled the air, and blood sprayed across the ground as countless people were caught in the fighting as collateral damage.
In the sky, a rift seemed to be opening beneath the massive form of Ittorath, who continued birthing more and more nightmares like an endless tide of darkness.
The world as she knew it was coming to an end.
Her world had already come to an end.
Thunder flashed in the distance, where a great dragon flew through the sky, attacking alongside Leona like streaks of lightning. Their movements were so fast that Iris could barely follow them, and the destructive force of their battle made the surrounding sky tremble.
