The sky was a sickly shade of crimson while the air was filled with smoke, ash, and the screeches of the Drakenars.
Tranport pods littered the scorched ground and red cocoons were gathered towards the east where trapped students writhed inside.
A few charred corpses of the ones who had resisted were laid across the place. Their flesh had fused with blackened soil, as if the earth itself had swallowed their lives whole.
"Nooooo!"
The silhouette's figure split the haze like a blade through silk as he descended from the sky.
His black and white hair whipped wildly with electric arcs swimming around his legacy sword.
The instant his boots struck the charred surface, a ripple burst outward. Qi thundered from his body like a living storm, hurling the nearest Drakenars off their feet and smashing them against the cracked blackened earth.
For a heartbeat, silence fell.
