[Gerald Household, Akasha.]
The sickening scent of death and blood loomed over the once great Household.
Formed under the command of Lenna—the first wife of Lazarus Velentine.
Now, there was nothing left of the place as another great Household of Akasha perished.
Mortis slowly walked towards the now burning main household with a solemn look on his face.
His long obsidian curved horns reflected the fire.
Mortis stopped in front of the shattered gates, his boots crunching over broken stone and charred wood.
The air was heavy with smoke, but the silence underneath it was louder than the fire.
Bodies of the Gerald knights lay scattered across the courtyard, their armor bent and blackened.
Some still gripped their weapons, as if refusing to let go even in death.
He exhaled slowly, his golden eyes reflecting the ruin.
"They stood their ground… but it was pointless," Mortis muttered under his breath.
Once again….he was late.
