Chapter 49 Their Veins

The wind shrieked at the broken pieces of the highlands, disturbing the ash and dirt beneath Selene's feet. From the blackened ridge of Ravencall where she stood, the horizon seeped crimson, as if the sky itself recalled the brutality that had once blighted this earth. Below, isolated fires still smoldered among the debris of the old world debris of a war that had left more wounds than triumphs. Yet, amid the ruin, life clawed its way back.