It felt as though her very soul was being strangled, crushed beneath the weight of unspeakable horror.
With trembling limbs, she turned to face the source of the calamity, her eyes wide with dread.
Blood, dark and viscous, pooled beneath the feet of the goddess Psyche, staining the pristine marble with the mark of tragedy.
Starla's heart plummeted like a stone, a silent scream echoing in the caverns of her mind as she almost beheld the fallen figure sprawled upon the goddess's lap.
Her gaze locked on the familiar form, frozen in a moment of unspeakable agony, and for a fleeting instant, the world around her seemed to blur and distort, consumed by a haze of unrelenting despair.
But before she could fully comprehend the magnitude of the devastation, nor recognize who had just fallen victim to such a brutal death, a shadow fell across her vision, obscuring the scene from view.
