Everything shook, everything trembled, when Acnologia the dragon of destruction let out yet another deafening roar. A sound so loud that it tuned out all screams of despair that were to be heard among the chaos.
At the center of this destruction stood a small girl, between the rubble that was formerly known as the Council Chambers. Her red cloth like dress ripped and torn, her hair messy, as if it wasn't washed for ages. Her skin was as grey as stone, and gave off an inhuman vibe. From the edge of her mouth a red liquid would find it's way down her face all the way to her chin, were it would drip off her skin and onto the ground.
At her feet laid an old man, that was grasping for his throat. Trying to clamp his hands around it, while the mans old heart kept pumping blood through the gaping wound.
This was the moment when Harland Crawford, former 4th seat of the magic council closed his eyes to embrace the eternal night that tried to beckon him for so long already. However even if Harland passed away that day didn't mean he was done. No his story was far from over, with his death he would pass down a legacy that nobody would've seen coming.
~Present~
Now one and a half year later, Sinali the small girl that had taken Harland's life. Was still processing the chunk of flesh she had bitten out of the old man's neck. Just like her body always did, it devoured life tissue and processed it's dna so that she could take their form. And even gain acces to part of their memory. Just as she did with Harland's flesh.
And it was now that Harland showed her a vague part of a memory that told Sinali of something hidden inside the Council's Archives. A weapon of mass destruction, or at least something referring to it.
What it was, was unknown. But the memory was vivid enough to pinpoint it exactly to a pedestal, hidden at the end of the archives west wing.
Knowing this, Sinali who was always eager to please her master as long as she got rewarded with the dead she wanted, had taken it upon herself along with her own personal team to retrieve whatever it was that laid underneath the council and bring it back to their guild master.