By @Nay
BANG!
Splinters of glass soared across the temple, and the audience screamed as shards of glistening colour dug into their robes and flesh. Nobles and slaves alike cowered about the halls in a frenzy. Ancilla ducked behind the shrine as a screech pierced the silence- one that masked a human voice.
Princess!
“What was that?” Puella gasped, tending to the wounds of King Caellum’s young niece. Ancilla wrapped her slender fingers around a nearby pillar, carved with scenes from the legend, and looked at the chaos. Then she saw a beast.
A beast that only existed in myth.
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