Upon a field pooled with blood from the past, it happened. The grass swayed just the way she remembered it. How could she not? Every detail was seared into her brain as her eyes came across it.
Veira had it all. Her army had it all—better weapons, better tools, tools that would slowly cut down their enemies bit by bit. Veira stepped over the corpses of those she had conquered. The ones still standing were fighting, desperate to survive their onslaught.
Then it happened.
Gusts upon gusts of wind blew with rage. It felt as though a hurricane was on the horizon. Her hair whipped and thrashed over her eyes, but she couldn't pry her gaze away from the specimen that floated above them for a brief moment.
A blue light finally erupted from its supposed eyes. Everyone flinched at the sudden change, the light engulfing them for a brief moment before disappearing entirely—the mechanical creature shooting forward, gone in the blink of an eye.
