His eyes were wild with fear and despair, already knowing that only one thing would have prompted Samkiel to so violently unleash Oblivion on the world. The death of Dianna. Isaiah gave me a small, sad smile as the world descended into madness. “I know,” I said as his skin cracked, the fractures burning brightly. His form crumbled to ashes, and mine followed, the sensation now almost familiar.
