And then the worst that could have possibly happened to Cleenah, happened.
The projection showed the moment she received the news. Her village. The people she had grown up with.
All of it had vanished overnight. Every soul gone. The entire settlement left empty and doomed as if the earth itself had swallowed its inhabitants and spat out nothing but silence.
No explanation. No survivors found. Just a dead village and a mystery that the Holy Order deemed too insignificant to investigate further.
But Cleenah didn't need an investigation.
She had already chosen her truth. The hands behind this were the same ones she had warned her parents about for years.
That bloody family.
The demon who had wormed his way into her home. The wife who had smiled while plotting. The child who was used nothing but as a bait.
She had been right all along. And nobody had listened.
