The chaotic flames flickered incessantly in the darkness, twisted figures appearing intermittently, like monsters from a nightmare.
Qico stood dazed in the blood-stained chamber, feeling disconnected from her existence, until warm blood trickled down her cheek, until she noticed the corpse at her feet.
It was a pale, indifferent face; Qico remembered him. Just minutes ago, they were laughing and chatting. Earlier, they were classmates and comrades, but now he lay dead at her feet.
Qico knew she would be the next soon.
The ravaging death and destruction were close at hand. Qico tried to recall the skills she had learned, but extreme fear left her mind blank.
Painful screams echoed across the battlefield, the scene exceeded anything she had imagined. The young Qico was completely petrified, standing motionless.
