Veins of the Heart

I stood at the edge of the clearing, half of the Old Church had disintegrated just a while ago. The moon hung high, illuminating the battlefield where the remnants of the Old Church.

Vernon and Levi fought valiantly, arcane spells and Vernon's artifacts asserting dominance over the leftover members of the Old Church. But my attention was locked on Azel, the ambitious right-hand man of the Saintess. Their energy—there is no mistaking it.

Azel's form twisted, shimmering in the moonlight as he began his final transformation. Vernon's transporter fell from the torn fabric of his robe. His body stretched and contorted until he took on the shape of an angel—a monstrous being that stole the very souls of the dying. The sight made my stomach churn. The orb entered his body, creating a gaping hole.