How the Fallen Thrive

The wind howled as a lone woman looked down upon a building below her. Her sliver hair fluttered in the wind as she stared down at it, her piercing red eyes looked demonic in the gloomy sky. "This seems to be the place." She spoke to no one in particular. She then spun her scythe in a circle, imitating a ticking clock. The world stopped as she leaped from the cliff, landing before the guild. She entered the dark place walking through the empty halls until she reached a large room that held a throne, within it sat who she assumed to be the guild master. She spoke no words as time resumed, simply staring at her.