Pact of Blood
The collapsed buildings and the screaming crowd seemed like a distant, irrelevant detail compared to the scale of the conflict happening above them.
Dave finally understood.
His obsession with Laura, his petty jealousy over her affection, his desire to own a piece of her heart—it was all dust. He was a witness to a war that would decide the fate of existence, and he had been worried about a girlfriend who was fundamentally incapable of being "his."
As the battle intensified, a shockwave threw Dave backward into the safety of the studio’s threshold. He sat there, bleeding from a cut on his forehead, watching the two figures vanish into the heart of the fissure in the sky.