Is This The End?
The clouds seemed to be getting darker as the sun was slowly shying away. The lands here seemed desolate with no soul in sight except for a lone man or what was left of him limping through these lands in a very miserable state.
His eyes were gouged out, his ears and nose were cut off, one of his arms was cut off while the other was crippled, and his hair and most of his skin turned to ashes leaving behind a bloody body of flesh. It was still a miracle that he was still breathing and walking.
He looked like a ghost who had escaped purgatory, and right now, he had no idea where he was walking towards.
He was the strongest emperor and lived like one all his life, and never even in his dreams did he expect things to end like this.
"Damien…Damien…" He was incoherently mumbling in a vengeful tone since this name had become a bane for him. He was sure as long as Damien lived he would never know peace. Damien's existence was something he never foresaw.