Azaria 'Ziya' Point of View
The air around us grew suddenly still, an eerie silence falling over the chaotic scene. A fire raged within, burning hotter with each passing second, fueled by a whirlwind of anger, guilt, hurt, and despair. The searing heat spread through my veins, igniting every nerve with a raw, feral rage that threatened to consume me entirely. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, each beat echoing like a war drum in the empty hall.
And then, it happened—a scream tore through the quiet, so powerful and primal that it seemed to shake the very ground beneath us. Filled with raw, unbridled rage and piercing anxiety, it clawed at the souls of everyone present. It was a scream that promised a vengeance I would gladly deliver.
