The world burned. There was no other way to describe it. Fire, smoke, and ash swirled through every corner of the small, country village, choking out the air and sending billions of blazing sparks into the night sky. The charred, skeletal remnants of houses disintegrated before my eyes, turning to fine white powder before the supernatural heat of the flames.
A vision. It had been almost a month since I received one, since the day I was freed from the threads of the slave crest.
But something was different about this vision, it felt more real and tangible, like the time I spoke with Fate outside the Western University, before facing the Curse demon. I could feel the lick of flames curling across my intangible skin, the dry, suffocating ash, and the unbearable pressure seizing the entire region.
"Get down!"
