Chapter 11: War part 2- Foward
Lucy stared in disbelief at the place where the village once stood.
A blackened stretch of land now replaced it—obsidian cracked like scorched glass beneath his boots. Once dry and dusty but full of life, the vibrant orange earth had been erased, transformed into something lifeless and foul. The air reeked of burning ash and finality, thick and acrid as it clawed its way down his throat.
His stomach twisted.
A watery sensation rushed into his mouth as the image of the Dragonkin father hugging his son flickered behind his eyes, frozen there like a cruel painting burned into memory.
'They were right there... now they're just gone?'
The thought barely finished before he collapsed to his knees and vomited.
The sound was raw and messy—his body reacted in pure rebellion to his mind's refusal to accept. He hunched over, retching on the molten-black ground, hands trembling, bile steaming on the obsidian.
'Is this what I've agreed to fight for?
Billions—gone in a blink, wiped away like dust.
This is Seraphine's utopia?'
His eyes burned as tears welled up, blurring the devastated land before him. Slowly, shakily, he looked up—past the heat, past the shimmering waves of divine residue—up toward her.