Chaos and tragedy were running wild through the realm. Just how she had planned…

The high seat of the Trinial Accord, the Sepulchral Crown, was on fire. Oaths sealed in water bubbles unraveled and spilled over the edges of the floating isle. Celestial memories, once protected, now bled and screamed back into the ashy skies. Colorful illusions went up in flames. 

And Asra watched it all burn, in he...