This story is a sequel to Tragedy Is A Matter Of Perspective

The end of an Era has finally arrived.

And with such atrocities and actions, consequences are bound to show face, unforeseen ones as well. As the raging flames of ambition, which once fueled the same growth and innovation, are slowly left to be extinguished, it leaves ashes of realization in its wake.

With those remnants of a flame on the run, they hold on to one last thing in the aftermath of it all, Pride.

Pride that won’t allow, that won’t to let, even in their final moments…

United they once stood, fractured they would fall.

This is, in hindsight, a very scuffed and rough sequel story imo.
I see a lot of narratives I should improve on.
This will probably get redux of sorts when I find the time...