{ ℐen visitors arrived at the white room
valiantsky
threadseason
explosivestreak
fleur--douce
sessional
chakramsandseasalttreats
lunaticbeserker
crimson-chysanthemums
goldentailedthief
snarkyisa
♒ ‒ Her eyes scanned around to what was the remains of the Castle, decimated by battles that formed between the Organization and the Hero‒ a result of her actions, for and against. Marble here and there crushed created a striking contrast of it's starch white form. She ran a hand on the surface of it, feeling the rough surface.
This, this was the devastation made by her power; her small frame shook‒ knowing that she was slowly becoming afraid of her own being.
A sharp sound echoes reached her ears and brought her quickly out of her own thoughts to hide behind some rumble big enough to conceal her in. "W-Who's there?" She called, holding the marble as if it provided her protection, for who knew it could be one of the Organization members looking for the young blonde.