The skies were dark.
Crackle!
BOOM!
Red lightning danced endlessly, tearing across the heavens like veins of fire.
On top of a half-destroyed church, Snow sat at the broken altar.
Her body trembled, her breath shallow.
A faint, translucent barrier surrounded her — thin as glass but strong enough to keep her trapped.
Her once soft, angelic face was now drawn and weary, lined with exhaustion and streaked with faint black markings that crawled like veins under her skin.
Her blue eyes flickered with fear as her trembling hand rested over her lower abdomen.
She swallowed hard.
"Oh my~ oh my~," a voice purred through the crackling storm. "I didn't expect you to be one so caring. Is that why darling fell for you, perhaps?"
The voice came from the other end of the ruined hall — smooth, teasing, and soaked with malice.
From the shadows, she appeared.
Liyana Heavens.
