"It appears we are too late," said Alphonse.
Sybil kicked a piece of rubble into the crater. "You state the obvious."
She stopped at the edge of the giant hole that had once been Nagia's courtyard. The city was completely devoid of life. A howling wind, tossing around the remains of her former home was all that could be heard. The palace was veiled by wreckage, and the river, crashing against a boulder in its path, overflowed into the city.
"What you haven't told me was what happened here," she said.
"I do not know, my lady," he murmured. "There seems to have been a battle, but there are no bodies. It doesn't make any sense. What kind of power could have driven out the Imigi witches? It wasn't the humans. I'm positive of that."
Sybil shrugged and regarded her tall factotum, his face hidden within the shadows of his wide-brimmed straw hat. "I can see Zaltana's distinct aura trailing away from the city." She grinned. "The woman always did leave quite an impression. Now, let's go find my sister."
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The Scourge of Gods
FantasyThe Black Mirror, the prison dimension bearing every demonic monster of the spirit world has been shattered and its inhabitants unleashed upon the earth. Seas are boiling. Cities are burning. Some of humanity's greatest warriors have perished, their...
