Ashfall: A Wife's Forbidden Stand
When I woke up again, it was already morning.
I was lying in a hospital bed, my head wrapped in thick bandages. A dull ache lingered beneath them.
The doctor said it was nothing serious and just superficial injuries.
I transferred the agreed payment to the driver and hurried straight back to Bareyard Village.
The air still reeked of sulfur. In the distance, Canlis Mountain belched thick black smoke, like a furious beast that hadn't yet calmed.
The village had been completely destroyed. Homes lay collapsed, trees were scorched, and the ground was buried under layers of volcanic ash. As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but ruin.