fine I will find it myself

From the smoking crater, framed by jagged rubble and drifting ash, a figure emerged—graceful, yet shrouded in deathly silence.

A woman in a flowing black gown, her steps slow and measured, stepped into the ruined corridor. Every movement she made radiated solemnity and grace, but the cold fire burning in her eyes betrayed the storm within.

She was none other than the Blue Hammer Queen.

Tick... tick, tick.

Her heels echoed like war drums, each one louder than the last, as if the walls themselves were paying respect—or perhaps issuing a warning. The air grew heavier with each of her steps, weighed down by an invisible pressure.

Damien, who had been dusting off the hem of his shredded pants with casual disdain, looked up with curiosity.

His eyes flickered with a mix of amusement and intrigue.