Ignis fell into darkness, her body like a broken doll crashing to the ground once broken. Her mind drifts between dream, reality and death.
No matter how hard she tried, neither of the realms seemed to accept her.
'The world became a blur, and I lost all ability to think or see well.'
'All I could remember was a rapid descent, my sisters in battle, all watching with horrified eyes. My body was burning, the pain in my chest from before no longer an issue because my arms and wings felt as if someone stripped them bare with a dull blade and fire.'
In the midst of her painful dreams, she saw her master. Asura was sitting on the castle walls, leaning back against the grey stones, his crimson eyes like gemstones peering into the distance and his raven locks flowing in the mid-afternoon breeze.
This site, where nobody was around, and he just watched the world.