The smoke curled and twisted against the night sky. A shattered window glittered nearby, shimmering in the light of Luna.
How he hated that light. He couldn’t move away from it, either. His left leg, pinned under a column, refused to move. The pain…
A swish of red fabric caught his eyes, swirling through the dust and dodging the glowing city-like embers. His city. How he hoped his city was okay… He couldn’t tell, for laying here in the darkness he couldn’t see past the palace’s ghostly walls—all that was left of it after Levana boomed it. Such an explosion it was, too. So many screams. So much sound and silence, and all that was left was a ringing. He couldn’t hear a thing, but screams ripped through his ears anyways—mirages of what had just happened.