that random bystander

As the ashes of Denerim stung her nose and eyes, she wondered how much of the city she now carried in her lungs. The alienage. The vhenadahl. Home.

The archdemon raged atop Fort Drakon, finally grounded by Riordan. Aidah ran across the battlements while the dragon poured fire over her armies. This was it. Every agonizing sacrifice, every sleepless night, every impossible decision, every ounce of blood and sweat—all given for this moment.

“It’s you or me,” Aidah murmured as the great, blighted beast turned to her. In the nightmares, she could never stare back. But now she held its gaze, eyes burning, fangs bared. “And it isn’t going to be me.”

king of all worlds

( context/doodles of the jacket -> here )