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|DWC February 2026, Day 4, Failure/Unravel|
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Izharienamaa quietly sat on the pew of the small human church. Her tail curled to sit in her lap. Her hooves clattered on the stone floor whenever she moved. Her skin matched the white-gold filigree decorations on the ornamental ritual pieces. Her expression cracked the polite veneer of prayer.
The heat blistered from the draenei. Her hands clenched until nothing could give. She saw him on the ground before her, burning from her touch. The Light blessed, but it cursed as well. She bit her lip to stop the scream that wanted to rip out from her chest. When that strained feeling passed, she took a breath.
Visions clouded her eyes.
Argus. Her family. Traitors.
Flight. War. Demons.
Honor. Respect. Induction.
Retirement.
A blade rusting on the wall, she fell through the world and spun. What life existed for her? She laughed at herself. The hallowed halls echoed with her hollow mirth. She blinked, the pews returned to her eyes. Her hands unclenched and clasped together in a desperate prayer. It was not the first.
It would not be the last.
