Ignition
"*You're done, Marcos. I sense no presence of your former self anymore,*"
"Only when my heart stops beating will there be nothing left of me."
"*But your soul will not reach the veil. You're mine until the end of days.*"
Made of glass and cracking. Lost soul without direction, wanderer of the abyss, chosen by the crown of hell. For the king to rise, he first must break.
Pope Franklin pushes open the enormous mansion doors to address a courtyard full of saints, priests, and dragons in the sky. The chatter dies down when they notice him looking down at them, clearly waiting to make a statement. He starts by first clearing his throat, then he begins.
"50000 years ago, earth was a no man's land, a place so torn by war that humanity was pushed to the edge of a precipice in a world they could not leave,"