Asher

I roused to wakefulness, my eyes registering the darkened sky and the skeletal shadows of the ruins left in the wake of the spiritual battle. The explosion that had claimed my consciousness had been massive and deafening; it took a moment for my reflexes to kick back in. I stood on wobbly feet, still shaken by the cataclysmic force of those final moments.

Memories drifted back—haunting and horrific. I squeezed my eyes shut as agony seared through the depths of my being. I remembered ...