The day had passed, and night had finally arrived. Everything was quiet, no snarling of monsters and no sound of ash drifting to the harshest of winds. This world was much different from her own. It had hope and fertility even in a shadowed land like Elenaris.
'Those heroes must be gone by now.' Thought the clone to herself. Laying in Mono's bed, she felt herself drifting and for once in a long time, there was fear of being eaten alive by monsters that roamed every inch of her ruined world.
Yet as her eyes lingered on the ceiling, she couldn't fall asleep as wonder had taken control of every corner of her mind. From thoughts of staying here, in this world and living as the iron queen forever, to snatching Amedith and the god of time as soon as she could and reversing the fate of her world and somehow saving everything and everyone. Wishful thinking…And she wasn't blind to that fact.
