The Getaway

Ash wheeled us up the open pathway. Gently, slowly, first… allowing for just a few more moments of reprieve, a few more moments to prepare. The outside funneled into the tunnel the unrelenting sound of downpour and the crackle of thunder stronger than ever.

Abandon all hope ye who enters here. 

The Blightfall felt like teardrops of despair falling from the decaying heavens. Usually, even the greyest of clouds had their silver lining, a faint glimmer of optimism in an ocean so wrought with bleakness.

My time with the Matriarchs had gotten me scrounging so desperately for one, I usually would be able to find a faint trace of it even if I was, after all, only grasping at straws.

I'll be fine, Ria was here. Things will work out, we'll just bargain with Amelia. We can end this here, my blood will solve everything.