[Music recommendation: The Prince That Was Promised - Ramin Djawadi]
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Pulling back ever so slightly, Ivan whispered, "Rest well, my beloved. I will join you soon, after I turn this place into blood and ashes."
With that, Ivan caressed her hair before moving his hand to close her eyes. It was easier to watch her when she looked as if she were merely asleep, rather than staring at nothing with those dead eyes that continued to tear his soul apart.
The temperature spiked, and Alex's instincts flared, urging him to quickly move away from Ivan. So he dashed towards the group as they continued to watch in horror.
The second Alex moved, scorching fire roared around Ivan. It extended so far into the sky that it seemed as if the heavens were pouring flame from above to promise destruction to all who had committed this blasphemy.
Then they felt the fire grow hotter and hotter before turning from orange to a deep, visceral red. It then twisted and molded in the air.
