Mary... never cared for her empire.
Not now, when the souls were on the verge of breaking the world apart... and not before either, when countless lives were lost in the chaos of the great collision.
She never cared... Just a heartless creature who watched the death of millions like it was a mundane spectacle.
Honestly, no one could truly blame her. She was a product of this twisted land, raised in a world where survival meant shutting off your heart. It wasn't a noble place, not a land of honour or compassion. If anything, the strange part would've been if she had shown concern for her empire. That would've been the real surprise.
Watching Aether and Nyx, the ones who had restarted the Cycle of Samsara, stand tall before her... it left a bitter taste in her mouth. A sharp sting of disappointment spread in her chest.
She had imagined something different.... A fantasy.
She wanted to run away... disappear from it all with her daughter in her arms.
