"We call upon the forces of the light."
Surrounded by debris, he knelt on the ground, raising his hands pointing at the sky. Everything was shaded, mirrored by the black clouds covering above. Weapons are scattered across the battlefield, with each handles covered in blood. It was really all up to that man.
"I give you my greatest offering."
With tears falling from his eyes, everyone screamed at him.
"P..."
BINABASA MO ANG
Death Squad
FantasyPeople are aware of our existence. With every step we take towards salvation, the rule is there will always be a price. They call us the Reapers. Do we save lives? Do we bring destruction? One can answer every question we have. I wonder who that is?
