"Is it happening again?" Adriana's eyes trembled as she looked at the distant horizon. The explosion's light reflected in her pupils, painting them with the color of despair.
From far away, she could see the Colosseum swallowed in chaos. The shockwaves from the blast rolled through the air, shaking the ground beneath her feet. Smoke and flames covered the once glorious city, and her chest tightened seeing the endless destruction spreading further.
The Black Dragon was still in the air, roaring in fury. The upper echelon of the Abyssal Cult had appeared, and the Duke's forces were clashing with them. The whole place had turned into a battlefield that reeked of blood and death.
Today would be remembered as one of the darkest days in the Empire's history. Everything that once stood proud and noble was now in tatters.
"Will everything follow the same path again?" she whispered weakly, her voice trembling.
