((Continuing from Prompt: Destruction))
Helen wanted to stomp her foot at the Seraphs blocking the lift to the Palace.
Yes, she understood the reason for being barred entry when the city was under attack, but they could at least tell her something, anything, about the state of things upstairs!
She felt an odd rush of warm breeze, just turning her head to see a cadre of white and red clad figures de-cloaked around her. Her head was jerked back when one of Mantle pulled her ponytail and laid a dagger against her throat.
Really? By the hair?! The Mantle were as barbaric as Tamini!
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