C7 Kill The Usurper!

Raven cradled Damien’s limp head in her hands, her fingers trembling as she pressed against the faint warmth of his skin. His breath was shallow, barely there, and every second that passed felt like it was slipping through her fingers. But despite the panic clawing at her chest, her eyes remained locked on the divine figure before her.

The Moon Goddess, bathed in silvery light