an isohel of hope

He could sense the darkness looming on the horizon. The war was quickly ending, and it wasn’t in their favor. Soon, the fallen angels would be invading, and from the wrath wrought on the small villages nearby, he could tell there wasn’t much hope to get out alive. The only question was how much time he still had. He sensed that it wouldn’t be long. He had to go somewhere safe, somewhere where the resistance movement was strong, and would inevitably turn the tide in their favor.