Twilight was falling over the small, remote village in the kingdom of Lignum. Thick black smoke rose from the burning houses, accompanied by deafening crackles and screams of terror drowned out by the raging flames.
On the roof of the chapel, the only building still untouched by the fire, stood a humanoid figure amid the scarlet flames. Her long red hair fluttered in the burning wind, and her pale skin seemed to reflect the glow of the blaze. Only her glowing eyes were clearly visible, shining with a destructive madness. Her lips moved, whispering words barely audible over the screams:
"The world took you away from me, my love... I can only destroy this world that separated us..."
