A gash of radiant light burst through the cauldron-black sky. Even the clouds seemed morose.The army of Selendelle was mangling and gashing their serried ranks against the inhumane deadly puppets.People were chocking and snarling as the ground became greasy with gore.The effluvium of death was all around them.The battlefield was baptized with blood and the bitter mordant perfume of corpses eliminated from it.
Trails of Grace
Fantasy · Sahaaae
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