~Narrator~
Odette's world shattered the moment her knees hit the earth.
The pain was unbearable. It was too much. She was being consumed by it.
'This was so unfair' she cried to herself.
She wailed uncontrollably.
The rogues surrendered the minute they learned of their leaders death.
But Odette couldn't be bothered to care. Not even a little.
Her mother was dead in her arms, and it was her fault.
She'd failed.
Lilith had destroyed the remaining Turned
But she couldn't care.
Onyx was worried. Nuzzling her with his snout, trying to provide her comfort. But it didn't help.
Violet laid limp in her arms.
She couldn't get the image of her mother burning out of her mind.
Ash came rushing over from across the battlefield. He felt it too. The shift when Ezelreth was burned alive. The emptiness when Violet had died.
