As the air rushed into my lungs, nearly tearing them apart, I felt only one thing while imprisoned in Varg's arms. That seal, written with blood syllables, was being etched into our veins at this very moment, in the most violent second of our fall. This was our death song—that final, magnificent symphony we heard before drowning in the ocean's foam.
Millimeters away from the jagged rocks, as we crashed into the vast and dark bosom of the water, the world went completely black. But the seal... the seal was finally there. The black sun was about to rise.
The ashes raining from the sky intensified, as if the end of the world had arrived and the gods were scattering the remains of their own corpses over us. Alberta's firmament turned a poisonous violeta light so bright, so sinister, that it illuminated even the darkest corridors of my soul.
