Far away, Saint crouched, lowering herself to the surface of the river, and then leapt into the air. Wreathed in darkness and mist, her towering figure soared above the shattered stalagmite and landed on what remained of the ancient amphitheater's arena.
She rose slowly, ruby dust spilling down the tattered surface of her black armor. Her eyes burned with crimson flames, regarding the world with cold intensity.
She turned slowly, struggling to contain the furious tempest of devastating forces raging in the depths of her lightless being, and looked south — where, in the distance, the remnants of her silent army were making their last stand against the legion of fallen Stone Saints who defended the city.
