Darcel:
The moment we stepped into Diathorne, I knew it.
The forest was alive with the hum of insects and the distant calls of unseen creatures. It starkly contrasted the chaos we had just escaped, the air here fresh and teeming with life. Yet, the peace of this place couldn’t calm the storm within me.
Nettie stood before us, bound by the searing chains of Frankie’s flame. The once-supreme being now looked fragile, her golden eyes dim but still defiant.
She walked ahead with a peculiar ease, her shackles hissing softly as they brushed against her tattered robes. Her silence was unnerving.
Frankie led the way, her black flames flickering faintly in the twilight as if conserving their strength for what was to come. Clyde and I flanked Nettie, our weapons ready, though I doubted they’d
