Chapter Two: Tranquility
Through fire, blood,
The end of days
Cruel hands set their gods aflame
Crafting redemption from desolation
With angelic light guiding to salvation.
Rejoice, Verus, land of the ancients!
You are blessed under your divine regent!
—Scribe Martor Serperior,
Ballad of the Angel from The Rains of Erebus
A rustling of leaves through laden branches stirred the resting Charmeleon from his deep, dreamless slumber. While he had hoped to attain a few more minutes of sleep, a fluttering leaf dropped down onto his snout. The dozing lizard wrinkled his nose a few times to try and dislodge the foliage. The tickle of the lead force a sneeze, blowing it off his face with a puff of black smoke. He bolted upright from the sudden sneeze before giving the side of his head a ginger rub. A tremendous yawn issued from his maw.
Once the yawn was out of his system, Leo blinked the sleep from his eyes and took notice of his