" The greatest of swords aren't born or acquired from thin air, they are forged in the deepest and darkest corners of a desolate cave, with nothing but fiery terror to push out the strength within them"~U.F.R.
Vasilisa Smirnov
Instinctively, my eyes pressed shut immediately as flashes of red hit my vision, spraying right across my face, across my white cashmere sweater and across Alexei's resolute and blank face. It happened so fast, like an artist in motion-one single brush stroke and the entire painting came to life. I stood there, motionless for a few seconds before the horror started to seep in, the dark and murky liquid dripped right from my forehead unto my lashes and then into the corner of my lips, blessing me with the dreaded taste of molten horror.
