The Unraveling - It Burns

Illusion stood at the edge of the freshly made crater, watching the chaos unfold with an expression that hovered between amusement and morbid curiosity. The heat was suffocating, but she paid it no mind. She was here by choice. She had wanted to enter the fire and see if it would be the crucible she craved.

The eruption and fury of the creature was such a sight it stole her breath away. It was insanity. It was thrilling.

Standing there, unflinching, she whispered under her breath, her voice a rasp lost to her wonder. “So beautiful.” Silvery eyes were wide, almost soft with adoration. She imagined biting it would melt her face off, and a part of her wished to test that theory.

Her sharp eyes narrowed, locked on the thrashing, flame spitting creature. But shall she? Could she? What could anyone do but marvel? Perhaps she would wait and see, enjoy the show.


"Illusion Nightwing"