Outside, it was still overcast.
The mist had cleared, offering a clear view of the streets and distant cityscape. Margaret didn't have time to consider what to do next when a creature bathed in azure light burst into her sight. It was running at an incredibly terrifying speed, crossing streets, breaking through rooftops, heading straight for the Tower of Light.
Margaret saw its eyes clearly.
Familiar crimson pupils, belonging to the once-mixed-race orcs.
She turned around, tearing off half of the useless book pages without hesitation, scattering them into the air. Then she stuffed the remaining half into her chest, smiling as she opened her arms wide.
The dark red mist enveloped her entire body, staining her pristine white dress the color of blood. Her tangled long hair turned completely black, fluttering like seaweed in the wind.
Many years later, there were still those who remembered this scene.
