Dominion Horns of Freedom [GA Dominion of Iridonia and Uda IV]

[Vazz]

"Oh not even they would kid, but it looks like your friend is pretty karked up, huh?"

Vazz chuckled lowly, his gaze shifting between Azurine and Braze as they struck out at him. His defense was.. Sloppy, to say the least. His hooked blades battered away the danger of the lightsabers, but he was no duelist. Without his tricks it was even worse off for him, but as he caught the glare in the Zabrak's eyes he couldn't help but grin. Speak, even.

At least until she started to try and rip into his mind.

Fear showed in his own. Brief and panicked. Fear was a powerful emotion. Fear was the core of his very being, his power over the Force, his strength unrelenting. Yet again though, Padawans were casually shrugging off the absolute dread of death. Youth, children who weren't even old enough to shave, powering through. It filled him with dread. Why was he so much weaker than them?

It was fear, though, that only made him stronger. He caught another of Braze's strikes in his blade, his gaze flicking over to the third Padawan shouting about the throne, and snarled. The Force swelled unrelenting as he brought it down to scatter the Padawan's away from him, get the damn Zabrak out of his head. The tables and corpses flung far and wide.

"The fuck is wrong with the Jedi that they bring up children who can't even fear death!? The fuck did your master twist in your head that you can't even be afraid to die. You're like those Assassins you killed on your way here, do you know what they go through? What we go through for training? And we're fucking adults! Your masters are sick, twisted bastards to make people like you."

Braze | Azurine Varek

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Malidris - Iridonia | OBJECTIVE : I | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Azurine Varek | Jonyna Si | Aris Noble | @Aadhir Lidos | Iris Arani | Zaiya Ceti TAG (FOE) : @

Objective One:
(NJO/SIA OBJ)

Capital Carnage​

Directly and decisively, he made his way back to the rooftops, but Connel was no longer worried about any “Imperial idiots”, he was paying attention to the central government building of the Capital. There was something going on and to behold there. He quickly scanned the area, looking for any signs of suspicious activity. He noticed a small group of Imperial officers milling around the main entrance of the building. He had a hunch that something important was happening inside. He quickly ran across the rooftops and made his way towards the main entrance of the Capital. From an overhead view, he was just in time to witness a large group of Imperial officers enter the building. Things were about to heat up.

Who are these idiots? Dark Empire? Running across the rooftop to the “back” of the building, he looked for a window to affect entry. It did not matter that there were none open, Connel just busted through it. He dropped to the ground, landing in a crouch. He quickly surveyed the area, looking for a threat. He noticed a group of men in suits standing nearby. This would normally lead to either a “shhhhh” from him or an apology, but they smelled of the Dark Side. Connel knew these men were not to be trifled with. He quickly and quietly backed away, keeping his eyes on them until he was sure they had left the area. He made sure to stay in the shadows, and made his way back to the rooftop, ready to escape if necessary.

He could sense someone... truly dark not that far away. Could they be allies? Heh, he wished. No, Connel had some Jedi to back up. It would take some time for him to get to them as he now had Imperials and Assassins running around, but he could reach out through the Force.

~If any of you can hear me, trust in yourself, trust in each other, trust in your training and most of all, trust in the Force.~

Cheesy, but true...

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Vazz Azurine Varek Aris Noble Jonyna Si

With fire roaring in his chest, Braze barked back, his voice cutting through the din with the force of a heavy blade. Each word was punctuated by a strike as his lightsaber slashed through the glowing runes, his movements almost a blur. He countered Vazz's strikes with terrifying acuity, as though he knew they were coming before they even landed. Form III was on full display, each fluid motion guided by the practiced rhythm of Faalo's Cadences, every parry and deflection precise and unyielding.

"We fight not for survival!" His saber hissed as it carved through another rune, the glowing glyph bursting apart in a flash of light. He pivoted, his strikes relentless, his fury controlled but fierce. "We fight so that no one will ever suffer as we have again!"

He stepped forward with a snap turn, his energy coiled and explosive. The next swing cleaved through a cluster of sigils, Braze's voice rising in defiance. "I fight for those who cannot fight for themselves!" Another rune fell, sparking as his blade passed clean through. His snarl deepened, the righteous fury in his eyes blazing as he closed in on the real target.

"I fight for justice... and justice is a storm that cannot be tamed!" With a final ferocious flourish, Braze withdrew his double-bladed chakram saber—Troublemaker's Trickblade—and spun it deftly in his hand. The weapon igniting with blue fire as it began to spin in a brilliant circle.

In one swift defiant motion, he hurled the Trickblade towards the throne. The weapon spiraled through the air, its deadly arc aimed true.

​

​

 

[Azurine Varek]

We Will Not Be Silent

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azurine staggered, the blast of Force sending her crashing into a toppled table. The sound of splintering wood barely registered through the ringing in her ears, the sharp tang of blood on her tongue grounding her only slightly. Her vision wavered, the world around her warping and twisting like a nightmare half-remembered. She pushed herself up, slow and unsteady, her yellow and orange saber staff reigniting in unison with a hiss that felt almost alive.

Her mind was a storm—memories fractured and frayed, emotions bleeding into one another like a kaleidoscope of chaos. She could feel it, the venom coiling through her veins like a living thing, whispering, mocking.

She was running out of time, but the edges of her mind still clung to the light of the talisman around her neck.

"You think that I don't know what it's like to stand on the edge of oblivion and hear it whisper my name? Jokes on you, then. I wasn't raised a Jedi." Azzie spat out the words through a twisted, almost sadistic expression. The patterns of fear weaving through his aura, no matter how much he was trying to cover them, were still there enough for her to notice.

Notice, and revel in it.

She stepped forward, the space between them charged with an almost tangible energy, a swirling storm of her anger, pain, and the dark influence clawing at her sanity.

She laughed, sharp and bitter, her lips curling into a grin that didn't reach her eyes. The sound was almost feral, like the edge of a breaking scream. "But you're right about one thing..." Her tone dropped to a low, dangerous growl, her gaze—nearly devoid of the violets that usually colored them—boring into his. "I'm not as afraid of death. I welcome it. I guess that just makes you weak."

She was too blinded to notice Aris make the connection to the throne, or Braze make an attempt to damage it. Solely focused and driven to keep the pulsing anger centered at the source of the fight, the world around her was too much of a haze as she both fought forward and to hold off her betraying emotions with everything she had in her.

Azzie lunged then, a feral blur of motion, her strikes fueled not by discipline but by the sheer force of her rage and desperation. Each swing of her blades felt heavier, her movements erratic, driven by an all-consuming molten ash that burned hotter and brighter with every passing moment. A wild and unnatural explosion of energy that threatened to consume her entirely. Her saberstaff whirled as she swept low toward his legs, aiming to throw him off balance. At the same time, she pushed outward with the Force, a sharp, focused wave meant to exploit any instability. She didn't even pause to see if the strike landed before following through, spinning into another attack aimed high, with a forward flip.

The whispers in her mind grew louder, almost gleeful.

Go on! Take back what's yours!

Aris Noble | Braze | Jonyna Si | Vazz​

 

[Aris Noble]

"Azzie- Azzie!"

Something was wrong. Aris turned his attention to his friend before his eyes narrowed. He rushed forward, trying to reach her, in fact he was going to, but she was still in her violent display. Her heart was racing, far more than it should've been. He left it to Braze to handle the throne as he instead struck for the Sith. She wasn't alright. She needed help, she needed to get out of here.

"Azzie breath!"

Azurine Varek | Braze

 

[Vazz]

"Justice- storm- What are you, a comic book character!? You both are so fucked-"

He was going to laugh. Of course he was going to laugh. Laughter hid the absolute dread, though it seemed the Zabrak was trying to rip it from him. Make him that much more afraid. It was a poor choice to do, though. Fear only made the Defel stronger. Usually he fed off the fear of others, but these two, their lack of fear, it was frustratingly difficult to make use of.

None of that mattered as much as the weapon thrown at the throne. He snarled, reaching out to try and stop it, only to find himself assaulted further by the Zabrak. He jumped over her strike before he was throne back by her blast, growling deeper. "You idiots!"

The trickblade hit the throne.

And passed right through.

The grin returned on the Defel's maw. Wider still now as the illusion of the throne faded to reveal the real one behind it. And the body on it. Skin was now covering over recently reformed muscle. Red skin, akin to the Zabrak here on world. A man sat on the throne, eyes still closed. Vazz spun to catch yet another blade brought down on him by the third Jedi.

"You're already too late."

Azurine Varek | Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Vazz Azurine Varek Aris Noble

Braze caught the double bladed sword as it came back to him And took to a defensive pose. He squinted at the illusion. Nothing made sense here. He took a heavy breath and slowly let it out trying to focus and clear his mind. He wasn't sure how to fight an untouchable enemy after all.

He wasn't sure what was going on with Azurine Varek either, but then again he didn't know her well enough to know if that was the kinds of things she would normally say in a fight, but she seemed a little intense. He tried to focus closing his eyes and reach out to percive the truth of what was a head of him.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Malidris - Iridonia | OBJECTIVE : I | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Azurine Varek | Jonyna Si | Aris Noble | @Aadhir Lidos | Iris Arani | Zaiya Ceti TAG (FOE) : Vazz

Objective One:
(NJO/SIA OBJ)

Capital Carnage​

Having a general direction on where to go based on the auras he could sense, Connel followed this path, all the while cloaking himself. If anyone sensed his approach, (hopefully) all they would be able to sense was the Dark Side, and that was comparable to an Assassin. Yes, “The Dark SIde”, the poison in him was something that Connel had to live with, and it had become a part of him at least until a Healer could remove it. He knew that it was the only way to survive right now, but the “Guardian” that was still in him just couldn't help but feel that this was wrong. He knew he had to find another way but right now, that was just not an option.

Like my father taught me… I am not a Jedi because I have to be. I am a Jedi because I choose to be.

Finding and making his way into what looked like a throne room was just what he needed. Connel was running along the rafters and chandeliers. Connel had thought about jumping down, but he managed to hear the “wannabe Lupine” say that “they were too late”. They needed another opening, but not like the last one he fought for.

Nope, disagree.

Reaching out through the Force, and giving what he could to it while keeping his own aura cloaked, Connel pulled at the area below him. What was he pulling? The very floor below the Sith Lord and the Throne behind him. The strain on his mind, fighting the cloak as well as the control over the poison was more and more difficult by the moment but he had the Vanagor stubbornness.

That is when Connel had another idea.

With his free hand, Connel pulled the Combat Shield out from hanging off of his back and threw it at the other Jedi in the room…

~CATCH!~

He may not be able to do much, but they could.

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Azurine Varek Braze Aris Noble Vazz

It was a race back. Once more, she kept to the rooftops and connection wires, running across it like the jungle it was. She could feel it. The fear in their souls. Something was there with them, a creature of the Dark Side.

One that felt familiar...

The Cathar master moved like lightning, flowing through urban sprawl as naturally as she would the forest. Every move was purposeful, every jump a way to get her closer to her goal. And yet, every motion was one of grace. Like watching water flow, she moved from one building to another with bursts of flame, master of Ataru and of the Art of Movement.

Finally, she made it to the capital building, where the three padawans lay inside. One would think to just burst through the front door, but Jonyna knew doing so would risk the padawans inside. She needed to make an entrance that would take whatever was inside off guard. She had done her best to hide her approach within the Force, as she closed in on the building, but now she needed to make a grand entrance.

Was it her own tendency for spectacle?

Maybe a little. Her rebel heart still beat heavy as she climbed up the side of the building, looking for a point of entry.

She could feel them, within the building.

There.

A window pane that had been left untouched by the war. A skylight that looked right into the-

Him.

The same sith she had fought on Celanon, now picking fights with padawans...

She wouldn't stand for it.

A roar echoed as she crashed through the skylight, her armored coat billowing as she came down, crashing right in front of Azurine Varek as she drew her white bladed katana, Sally, the blade imbued with the light, empowering her with Force Valor.

"Picking on kids now, eh? And here I thought the embodiment of death wouldn't be a coward..."

 

[Azurine Varek]

We Will Not Be Silent

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

Azurine’s movements were a symphony of precise brutality, her dual blades slicing through the chaos with unrelenting purpose. She didn’t need to hear the Defel’s taunts—his gloating was white noise to her now. The illusion fading, the throne revealing its occupant, the rising dread of realization—it was all peripheral.

Her focus narrowed, zeroing in on Vazz as the adrenaline coursing through her veins made her a blur of motion. She closed the distance in an instant, her blades spinning in a dizzying arc designed to overwhelm his defense. One blade slashed low, trying to force him to react while spinning it quickly for the other end to come down hard toward his center, aiming not just for a killing blow but to throw him off balance.

Before Azzie could exploit the weakness created by Braze's and Connel's distractions, Aris was at her side, yelling her name while also striking at Vazz. Her anger flared, though her head never turned to face him. She fought like a whirlwind, and the madness in her mind had her set on the fact that anyone who got in the way of it was against her. "Stay the hell out of my way, Aris!" She barked through gritted teeth, a small spark of desperation running through her eyes before it was snuffed by the rage once again.

Please, by the light of the force, don't make me hurt you.

Her head snapped toward the figure of Master Jonyna as she dropped into the fight, eyes blazing with fury. Darkness came off of her in waves. The sickly fire of the Sith poison only amplified her rage, twisting her emotions until they were a coiled snake ready to strike at anything and everything going against her goals.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Way." Azzie snarled, each word laced with barely contained rage. The edges of her vision burned crimson as her patience frayed further. She'd end this one way or another. "And if you don’t move, I will make you!"

Aris Noble | Braze | Jonyna Si | Vazz | Connel Vanagor​

 

[Zaiya Ceti]

Outfit: x x x x x | Equipment: x x x x x x | Weapons: x x x | Companion: Domxite
Interacting with: Aadihr Lidos Iris Arani

Zaiya's patterns rippled in muted bronzes and steady blues, her focus narrowing on the work in front of her even as the distant sounds of blaster fire gnawed at the edge of her mind. Her hands moved carefully, wrapping the makeshift bandage around Aadihr's arm, but the flicker of a wince from him didn't escape her notice. She glanced up, her voice steady despite the unease thrumming in her chest. She could only hope the others were safe.

"You're doing better than you think," she said, her words carrying a calm firmness.

"But you can't help anyone as a heater if you're heavily injured or unconscious. Believe me, I've tried. It doesn't end well." thinking back to previous missions that had her struggle through the emotional maelstrom and overwhelmed it. She would not have made it if it had not been for Iris or the others. Those lessons Iris and Shan had taught her had been hammered in hard enough regarding not wearing herself to the point of exhaustion when focusing on healing.

The Lovalla Padawan tightened the last bandage, pausing to exhale and swipe a hand across her grimy brow. She was a mess, covered in a thin layer of debris, her robes splattered with blood, and sweat trickling down her temple. Her patterns shifted, the soft blues deepening into hues of dark amber and faint bronze. "The others will take care of the attackers...we can focus on the injured."

Zaiya studied him for a moment, noting the tension in his shoulders and feeling the faint resonance of a distant mind like he was chasing ghosts only he could see. She wanted to say more, but the battle was still raging, and there wasn't time for anything beyond the essential.

"The transport's on its way," she said, her tone softening. "Once it gets here, we'll get everyone to safety. But right now?" Her patterns pulsed with a faint glow of determination, streaks of cobalt cutting through her dark orange over her glowing mottled spots over her grimy face. "Right now, you're the priority."

She stood, satisfied with her work for now, and extended a hand to him. "Ready?"

Her voice carried no judgment, no impatience, just a quiet resolve, doing her best to hold steady against the chaos around them.

 

[The Red]

The throne scattered across the stones as the very floor it was attached to was ripped clean. Stone cracked, but the body that had been reformed was no where to be seen near it. Instead, the body was standing beside Vazz. The Knight's fearful aura, which had proven to be useless, was gone now as the Defel knelt beside the Zabrak. Even midcombat, he knelt without hesitation. The Jedi Master seemed to have brought actual combat to a standstill with their entrance.

Unnaturally red eyes opened as the reborn turned his gaze towards the Jedi gathered. Where the Defel created an artificial effect of fear through the Force, the Zabrak's gaze was different. The Force itself trembled under his awareness. He spoke, calm and leveled. "You brought me back in an interesting event, Vazz. We'll be taking our leave, Master Jedi. Your Padawans seem to be suffering from quite a bit of poison. See to them, yes?"

He feigned a smile before looking down to the Defel.

"Let's be off."

Azurine Varek | Jonyna Si | Connel Vanagor | Braze

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Connel Vanagor Jonyna Si Azurine Varek Aris Noble

The floor beneath Braze's feet shifted, cracking and crumbling under the strain of Connel Vanagor 's efforts. Forced to move, he dodged the incoming shield as it ricocheted off the walls in a chaotic arc. He sprang into action, leaping with an Ataru-style spin, reaching out in an attempt to catch the flying shield. The moment his fingers closed around it, a flood of sensations overwhelmed his mind and senses. The shield's momentum sent him rebounding off a wall, and he barely managed to twist mid-air, landing with cat-like grace.

Around him, the bout between Azurine Varek and Aris Noble continued punctuated by the sudden arrival of Jonyna Si , who burst into the fray. The scene was a whirlwind—too much to process at once.

Amid the chaos, a vile presence made itself known, creeping near Vazz . Braze regarded the figure with the same wary intensity one might reserve for a venomous snake.

His hand shifted instinctively to his side, where he had been injured earlier. Like his friends, he had been stabbed during the confrontation, but as the pain dulled, a realization struck him—he wasn't experiencing the same debilitating effects they seemed to endure. That thought crystallized as he caught fragments of what Azzie was saying to Aris.

His mind now sharpened and his purpose clear, Braze turned inward, summoning a unique ability he had been cultivating since his first official mission with Jasper Kai'el . With a deep, centering breath, he enacted Radiant Restoration, a technique blending elements of Curato Salva, Force Light, and Force Healing. Warm, radiant energy blossomed in his hands, glowing motes of light flowing like a luminous fountain. He channeled the technique into his wounds, halting the bleeding and dulling the searing pain.

He then turned the healing light toward Azurine Varek , whose struggle was evident. Something sinister had a hold on her, and he wasn't going to let that presence harm Aris Noble .

​

 

[Jonyna Si]

TAG: Braze Aris Noble The Red Azurine Varek

Jonyna could feel it. The feeling of radiant fear, emanating from Vazz , and from Azurine. The padawan was teetering closer and closer to the edge, near letting the Kilpa take hold.

The sith could be handled later. Dealt with by Shadows and Guardians. The SIA if need be.

They weren't here to hunt sith. They were here to help end a war. To help the people of this planet find peace. "Azurine, Outlyer..." Jonyna said, holding her attention on the sith long enough to let them go. "Let them go. They aren't why we're here. You know why we're here. To raise the Alliance flag above your home city. Your home planet. Is that not what you want?"

Jonyna gripped Sally as her eyes shifted to the padawan. She was thankful that Braze was here to do the actual healing, because she knew her method would be less...peaceful. Jonyna wasn't a healer, nor did she know any sort of abilities to purge Azzie of poison. She only knew the old fashioned way.

And she was prepared to do so if need be.

 

[Connel Vanagor]

"In my experience,
when you think you
understand the Force,
you realize just
how little you know"​

[COMM TRAFFIC]
LOCATION : Malidris - Iridonia | OBJECTIVE : I | TAG (FRIENDLY) : Azurine Varek | Jonyna Si | Aris Noble | @Aadhir Lidos | Iris Arani | Zaiya Ceti TAG (FOE) : @

Objective One:
(NJO/SIA OBJ)

Capital Carnage​

Well, that didn’t last long.

Just like that, his “distraction” was at an end. Which is fine, it did not need to last long as he could sense, almost wipe off the fear that was all but dripping from Vazz . He could feel the Sith’s unease and it made him smile. Being afraid was one thing, but being afraid of not having the advantage is another and it was amusing to him.

The other one, the Zabrak… he was imposing, menacing, and relaxed. Almost like this was boring to him. Leaping off of the chandelier to the ground, Connel noticed the Echani boy “@Braze” was performing an impressive feat of light. He could sense the healing force radiating from the boy. He could feel the energy coming from his every move. Connel felt drawn to him, as if he was being drawn into a powerful current.

However…

Slamming into the floor with a power “thump” he stared at the two Sith, his lightsabers out and at the ready, but he remained perfectly still as Jony… MASTER Jonyna Si was here as well, like some intimidating Cathar Caped Crusader, there was no way they would win this without reinforcements, and Connel managed to take down and/or subdue his share.

Looking the way of Braze who was doing his share of important work.
Focus on her… ( Azurine Varek ) first. I am still in control of my faculties… the shield looks good on you.

He may be physically overrun with a mentally destructive venom running through his system, and would need help healing soon enough, but Connel was his father’s son. If there was someone else, even a Master to whom he felt needed help more, then it went to them first. No question, no negotiation.

 

[Azurine Varek]

We Will Not Be Silent

Outfit: Clothing/Armor | Glove | Right Arm | Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 | Lightsaber 2 | Hook Swords

"Let them go. They aren't why we're here. You know why we're here. To raise the Alliance flag above your home city. Your home planet. Is that not what you want?"

Before Azurine had the chance to do anything else, Jonyna Si 's words seemed to latch onto the tiny sliver of light in the back of her mind from the talisman around her neck. She gritted her teeth as Braze raised his hands, a soft glow emanating from her palms. The warmth of the Force Light brushed against her skin like the first touch of a sunrise, but it quickly turned searing, cutting through her like fire and ice all at once. It was relentless, tearing through the dark tendrils that had wound themselves around her heart and her mind. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed to the ground, clawing at her upper chest where it had originated as if she could rip the poison out herself. The words they spoke—calm, deliberate, and suffused with the Light—barely pierced through the chaos in her mind.

The agony was beyond anything she’d known—beyond the sting of blaster strikes, the burn of losing her arm, or even the crushing weight of past failure she carried like a second skin. Azzie screamed, her voice raw and guttural, as the darkness within her lashed out in desperation. Every cruel memory, every pang of despair surged forward, a final defense of the poison’s grip. Her vision blurred as the light burned brighter, consuming every shadow until all that was left was raw, blinding pain.

"I'm such a kriffing fool..." she muttered under her breath. The absence of the Sith poison’s relentless grip on her mind was a relief so profound it left her gasping for air, but with the combination of its absence and her body finally hitting its physical limits came the sharp clarity of her physical state—and it was far worse than she’d allowed herself to admit there.

Her muscles felt battered, every movement igniting a fresh wave of pain. Her ribs ached with a deep, stabbing intensity, and her arms bore long gashes she hadn’t even registered during the fight. Blood had seeped into her clothes from the places she'd been stabbed, drying in thick, sticky patches. She could taste it in her mouth. The assassins and this skirmish had done so much more than she thought. Even then, she turned her gaze to Braze , her amethyst eyes no longer carrying the discoloration that had been taking over as well as the sincere gratitude she held for what he'd done for her. No matter how much it had hurt, she couldn't imagine what she could have done without that intervention, and she wouldn’t forget that.

She turned her full attention to Jonyna, having to grasp the master's arms to pull herself to her feet. "There should be a... control system here somewhere that mans city defenses. We... we've won."

But at what cost? The face of that Iridonian man with unnaturally red eyes was seared into her brain.

Looking upward, she dragged herself to the stairs that would take her to the roof, taking the flag of the Galactic Alliance out of her bag as she did so. Whether anyone helped her or not, she would be going to end this.

I'm not going to die here.

She took one step after another, dragging out every bit of resilience she had left with the darkness seeping into her vision. Her thoughts went to everyone who helped her with this, all of the teams, not just those directly by her side. She couldn't allow herself to fall yet. She wouldn't make another mistake this time, wouldn't fail again. For the sake of all of them.

I'm not going to... die here.

Staring out into the slowly sinking Iridonian sun from the roof, she gritted her teeth, unfurled the flag, and slowly but surely pulled at the rope to raise the banner high. Cheers and shouts of hope could be heard in the streets from all around.

I'm not... going to...

The last thing she saw before her body finally gave out under the weight of the injuries she had sustained, the poisoning, and the purging thereof, was the flag waving through the air against the arid heat.

Jonyna Si | Braze | Aris Noble | Connel Vanagor​