The first thing I did was tell Pelushra to teleport us all to Galdosh.
The air snapped around us like a live wire, static tangling my hair and crawling along my skin.
When we arrived, the city was unrecognizable.
Streets fractured in jagged lines, dust clouds rising in suffocating swirls, and buildings groaning as if the ground itself were angry.
The citizens ran like rivers of panic, screams carving through the chaos, tripping over debris, clutching children, clutching hope.
I had no time to process it. My eyes darted immediately, scanning for familiar faces.
Kael.
Zeref.
Are they okay?
Everyone else?
My pulse thudded violently in my ears.
Zeref and Kael were commanding groups of civilians, their expressions grim, hands steady despite the quaking earth.
Keiji, ever the perfectionist, barked orders, his voice cutting through the pandemonium like a blade, guiding troops and guilds alike to secure escape routes.
