Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore
Natzerobloom for mewhen the roses bloom againblossom in the darkafter heartbreak, i now bloom just for you
She stepped forward, reckless, reckless with rage and desperation, throwing every ounce of her fear into her attacks.
Each shot burned her palms, blistered her skin, yet she didn’t falter. The creature thrashed violently, sending shards of wood and splinters flying, knocking her sideways.
She rolled, scraping her elbows, and rose again, fire crackling like a living thing between her fingers. Her eyes burned from smoke and tears, but she was focused, each movement precise despite the chaos.
She shouted again, pouring her adrenaline into the fire, willing it to obey, to protect. Flames erupted in a roaring wave, engulfing the monster fully. It howled, a sound of pure agony, writhing as the fir