Sera stared towards the blue sky, still kneeling in the mud. Tears ran down her face uncontrollably, as sadness filled her heart.
The world seemed so empty. She felt Bran's missing presence with each heartbeat. But it was worse than simply missing her lover.
She knew exactly where he was. She knew where Death dropped every soul off. Heaven, afterlife, paradise—none existed. The lucky souls got dumped like garbage, while the worst suffered in hell.
Sera hated this knowledge, knowing her lover would never find peace. But she couldn't succumb to hatred either, since that wouldn't end great for anyone nearby.
It lingered there, a silent call, prompting her to act, to kill and destroy. Its origin remained a mystery, but Sera knew better than to invite Madness into her mind.
There was nothing she could do. Stuck between endless rage and despair, she found no way out.
