Life had long ago stopped making meaning to Falcon. A glimmer of purpose had arisen when Aurelia had entered his dismal existence but everything became a blur once again as Cyan was slaughtered in front of his eyes.
Yet again, Falcon had been rendered useless as Cyan Yarrow paid for the crimes he had never committed.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, having neither the beauty nor grace fountains usually have. It spilled all over the altar and made its way across the cavern in streaks, covering the whole floor like vines.
Cyan spluttered. The gash in his throat widened and then closed with his spluttering, sending up pumps of blood. Beside him, Ignis laughed maniacally, her head thrown back in sheer delight.
