My Stupid Human

Chapter 4

As the dust began to settle, Andras felt a different kind of fire burning within him—a fire fueled not by determination, but by the searing pain of betrayal and abandonment. With a bitter snarl, he staggered to his feet, his heart heavy with the weight of his shattered trust.

His wings twitched erratically, a manifestation of the turmoil raging within him as he surveyed the wreckage of the roof that had once sheltered him. Anger pulsed through his veins, a tumultuous storm threatening to engulf him in its tumultuous embrace.

With a guttural growl, Andras stumbled forward, his movements erratic and unsteady. The world around him blurred with his rage, the lines between reality and illusion growing increasingly blurred.

As he emerged from the wreckage, Andras's eyes burned with a fierce intensity, his gaze sweeping over the mortal world below with a mixture of contempt and longing. He knew that his journey into the depths of his pain and anger was only just beginning, a dark and treacherous path that would test his resolve to its very limits.

Suddenly, his gaze locked onto a mortal standing nearby, their expression one of shock and disbelief. Andras's eyes narrowed, his anger flaring at the intrusion upon his moment of vulnerability. With a snarl, he bared his teeth, ready to lash out at the mortal for daring to witness his fall from grace.

But before he could unleash his wrath, the mortal's eyes rolled back in their head, and they crumpled to the ground in a heap. Andras's rage faltered, replaced by a fleeting sense of nonchalant as he watched the mortal fall unconscious before him.

For a moment, Andras stood frozen, unsure of what to do next. But then, with a bitter shake of his head, he turned away from the fallen mortal, his heart heavy with the weight of his own pain and suffering. And as darkness closed in around him once more, Andras knew that his journey into the depths of despair was far from over.