'Was fate truly set in stone? Was there no respite? Was there no path where things could be made right? Had the Crimson Moon sinned so greatly that they would be denied salvation... for the second time?'
The thought plagued Zariah's mind as her wolf form receded, her body too heavily injured to retain the form.
Zariah coughed up a mouthful of blood, she was bleeding from multiple severe injuries and Zariah shook her head fiercely to clear her vision.
Her breaths were loud and ragged in her ears. The rogue force was massive and their attack fierce, none of the spectators could escape and a fierce battle raged all around her.
Zariah's gaze roamed the arena, Lord Kodin and his council members held a battle line against the rogues, protecting a group of women and children. It was their duty, Zariah could not fault them.
Her gaze moved on, seeking out her own people. At least what was left of them.
