During the late afternoon, the reddish light of hell passed through the dark leaves of the black trees, bathing the garden with a unique and demonic glow. The silence was broken only by the soft sound of water in one of the small fountains in the huge garden. It was a very beautiful late afternoon, despite being in hell... with an artificial sun.
But... despite the beauty, there was a small commotion, started by an overly concerned redhead...
Sapphire paced back and forth, her heels sinking slightly into the damp earth between the black marble tiles. Her expression was very impatient, her blue eyes sparkling as if they carried bottled storms.
"We can't keep feeding the illusion that this is under control," she said, turning on her heels. "They are dragons. Born of ruin and rebirth. You know what happens if just one of them wakes up. Now imagine two."
