When Monica opened her eyes, she was standing inside of an auditorium-style building with her butt already in a seat.
Huge arcs of marble were cut with careful hands to keep the building erect, and they were etched with the design of two multi-headed dragons; one beautiful and fair, the other monstrous and righteous.
Standing on the stage below were a slew of familiar faces.
The heads of the seven legions were present, but so were the existing members of the Euphrates.
And of course, Abaddon and Ayaana were standing in front of everyone and looking more beautiful than life itself.
With her adorned in white and him clad in black, the two were a perfect reflection of yin and yang.
Even though most everyone in this place was still dead tired, the sight of their two beautiful rulers was more than enough to wake them up.
"Morning." Abaddon smiled. "I hope your week was a quiet one."
Everyone in the stands smiled helplessly.
