Frankie:
The third realm was chaos incarnate, and it took everything in me to stay composed.
The battlefield stretched endlessly before us, a landscape of c*****e and despair. The sky bled crimson, casting an eerie glow over the ground littered with bodies—human and otherwise. The air reeked of blood and burned flesh, the sounds of clashing steel and anguished cries cutting through me like a blade.
I kept my flames burning bright, their flickering light carving a path through the madness. Every step felt heavier, as though the realm sought to drag me down into despair.
"This is her doing," I said, my voice tight with rage and something I didn't want to name—dread.
"She's not just jumping realms," Clyde said, his tone grim. "She's tearing them apart."
The sphere of black fire surged a
