The reverberations of the last a conflict actually hung weighty in the air. The Devil Sovereign, Zephyrus, remained in the midst of the destruction of what was once the stupendous office of his palace. The fight against the Shadow Gathering had been furious, and the outcomes were evident in the broken points of support and burned embroidered works of art that encompassed him.
His heart hurt as he reviewed the repercussions. Amidst the fight, he had uncovered his real essence to his cherished, Lyana. She had watched with dismay as he took advantage of the profundities of his wicked powers to safeguard her and the domain. The memory of the search in her eyes tormented him.
Lyana, her brilliant hair and pale appearance sparkling in the faint light, moved toward Zephyrus circumspectly. Her eyes were a combination of dread and disarray, reflecting the strife in her heart. " Zephyrus, what have you done?"
