The fair was unrecognizable. What had once been rows of wooden stalls and lantern-lit pathways now lay in utter ruin.
If those creatures had destroyed things, what stared at her was far worse—something no ordinary human or supernatural creature could do.
It looked… it looked like the handiwork of the Devil.
Splintered beams jutted from the frozen ground at broken angles, half-buried beneath frost and ash, covering the entire space. Smoke drifted in slow, ghostly ribbons through the night air, carrying with it the bitter scent of burnt wood and something far worse—something sharp and metallic that made her stomach twist.
Bodies.
No—creatures.
Her stomach sank, as her eyes drifted towards their shadowed forms scattered across the shattered earth. Some appeared motionless where they had fallen, as the others dissolved slowly into wisps of black smoke that curled upward and vanished into the starless sky.
O-Oh… oh gods…
