One Week Ago.
RUMBLE! RUMBLE! RUMBLE!
The sky thundered with rage and the grounds were obliterated with Chaos energy, a massive blue dragon's voice rumbled through the destruction.
"He belongs to the Dragons!"
Millia arrived there a few seconds too late as the blue dragon carried the injured Adonis and Mariana away into the eastern sky.
She stood in the rubble and watched until they disappeared entirely from sight, misunderstanding Adonis as dead.
Then she shed tears of blood.
And something dark and ominous, something that had been sleeping quietly behind her restraint for a very long time, woke up.
She turned to face the Shadow-Blood Legion assembled behind her, her voice low and cold and carrying in it a quality that made even the veterans among them straighten instinctively.
"Listen well," she said. "This marks the day we stop hiding from those disgusting royal bastards."
No one spoke.
