There is a crown. Ripped, ripped, ripped from the head. There is a bond. Cut, cut, cut from the blood. The queen lies drained of her divinity. The king sits wrecked and ravaged beneath her wing. Rohana made an awful gasping sound that droned on for what felt like minutes. What they have made will decimate the order of all things. I shook my head. My voice was dreamy and slow. “I don’t understand.” Rohana cackled through the darkness. What they have made will bring chaos. Will bring ruin. Will bring death.
