The sky was on fire.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7EMpTlzJfX
Not with flame, but with the kind of crimson light that bleeds from the heavens when everything holy has turned its back.
She stood alone amidst shattered stone and ash, the world around her trembling under the weight of gods and monsters tearing it apart. Her breath caught as the ground cracked beneath her feet. A tremor passed through the air—no, not the air. The sky.
Something was falling.
Her eyes snapped upward.
Two figures, locked in brutal combat, collided again in midair. Wings of shadow and fire clashed against raw, violent power. The larger one—drenched in rage, crowned in darkness—drove the other downward with a blow that echoed like thunder through the void.
And then...
He fell.
A streak of black and burning gold cut across the heavens, spiraling, broken—like a dying star crashing through the atmosphere. She watched, frozen, as the figure plummeted, his body lifelessly turning in the air, arms spread like a cross.
No scream. No final cry.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRGDVxxa8in
Just silence... and the long descent.
He hit the earth with a sound that could shatter hearts.
She ran.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlDjgkz6ZM9
Faster than her legs could carry, faster than fear could stop her. Her lungs burned. Her vision blurred.
The world narrowed to that one ruined body sprawled across a field of blood-soaked stone.
She dropped to her knees beside him.
His chest was barely moving. Deep gashes split across his ribs, his arms, his face. One of his eyes was swollen shut, the other... still open. Fading.
She touched his cheek—still warm.
The sound of battle faded behind her. All that remained was the ragged sound of his breath. And her heartbeat, loud and frantic in her ears.
“No...” she whispered. Her voice broke. “No. No, stay with me.”
His lips trembled. A whisper escaped them—so faint, it could have been the wind. But it wasn’t.
“Don’t... leave me.”
Her heart fractured.
She grabbed his hand, pressed it against her face, holding it there with both of hers as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her touch trembled, but her grip never loosened.
“I’m not leaving,” she said, her voice fierce, breaking under its own weight. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
The world seemed to pause for a moment—just long enough for him to breathe one last time.
A sharp inhale.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyqEhA0uo9f
A softer exhale.
Then stillness.
She leaned over him, arms wrapped around his broken form, holding him as if her embrace alone could anchor him to the world. Her forehead pressed to his. Her tears soaked his skin.
Around them, the heavens roared.
But she didn’t hear it.
In that moment, it was only them—one body broken, the other breaking beside it. And the echo of a promise whispered into the wind.
She would never leave him.
Even if the world burned.
The sky was on fire.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKQxp8dRX98
Not with flame, but with the kind of crimson light that bleeds from the heavens when everything holy has turned its back.
She stood alone amidst shattered stone and ash, the world around her trembling under the weight of gods and monsters tearing it apart. Her breath caught as the ground cracked beneath her feet. A tremor passed through the air—no, not the air. The sky.
Something was falling.
Her eyes snapped upward.
Two figures, locked in brutal combat, collided again in midair. Wings of shadow and fire clashed against raw, violent power. The larger one—drenched in rage, crowned in darkness—drove the other downward with a blow that echoed like thunder through the void.
And then...
He fell.
A streak of black and burning gold cut across the heavens, spiraling, broken—like a dying star crashing through the atmosphere. She watched, frozen, as the figure plummeted, his body lifelessly turning in the air, arms spread like a cross.
No scream. No final cry.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡulUY3p1yMD
Just silence... and the long descent.
He hit the earth with a sound that could shatter hearts.
She ran.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVxdwea3e7W
Faster than her legs could carry, faster than fear could stop her. Her lungs burned. Her vision blurred.
The world narrowed to that one ruined body sprawled across a field of blood-soaked stone.
She dropped to her knees beside him.
His chest was barely moving. Deep gashes split across his ribs, his arms, his face. One of his eyes was swollen shut, the other... still open. Fading.
She touched his cheek—still warm.
The sound of battle faded behind her. All that remained was the ragged sound of his breath. And her heartbeat, loud and frantic in her ears.
“No...” she whispered. Her voice broke. “No. No, stay with me.”
His lips trembled. A whisper escaped them—so faint, it could have been the wind. But it wasn’t.
“Don’t... leave me.”
Her heart fractured.
She grabbed his hand, pressed it against her face, holding it there with both of hers as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her touch trembled, but her grip never loosened.
“I’m not leaving,” she said, her voice fierce, breaking under its own weight. “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”
The world seemed to pause for a moment—just long enough for him to breathe one last time.
A sharp inhale.33Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpWEAIQCWMA
A softer exhale.
Then stillness.
She leaned over him, arms wrapped around his broken form, holding him as if her embrace alone could anchor him to the world. Her forehead pressed to his. Her tears soaked his skin.
Around them, the heavens roared.
But she didn’t hear it.
In that moment, it was only them—one body broken, the other breaking beside it. And the echo of a promise whispered into the wind.
She would never leave him.
Even if the world burned.
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