The sky blazed a trail of ruin, its crimson hue a reflection of the inferno that engulfed the land. The once picturesque vista was now a barren wasteland, pockmarked by the aftermath of one man's actions.
His golden eyes blazed with an otherworldly light, illuminating his chiseled features and whipping locks of blonde hair. But his gaze held no solace, only seething anger and the weight of his own guilt.
The earth trembled beneath his feet, bearing witness to the consequences of his own power. The sky flickered with the echoes of his roars, the sounds of war ringing in his ears. Yet he stood, rooted to the spot, his heart a storm of emotions.
For he had lost the most precious thing in his life, leaving only a memory in his wake. As he surveyed the desolation he had wrought, he struggled against the tides of sorrow and rage that threatened to overwhelm him.
