As the smoke seep through the door, princess Freyja could tell there is no route to escape without getting burned to crisp. Every second ticking down as the building started to crumble, Freyja quickly grabbed her sword, and turn her back to the door. With one last sharp inhale and a shard of glass plane being shattered. She finally in a middle of the air, crashing into the darkness of the night, between life and death.

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Me English is no good..

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Commission for Acerbus-Noctis over DA

Artwork ©Ballistic-cottontail
Character©Acerbus-Noctis