Replying...
Intro. The acrid smell of burnt flesh and scorched rock hung heavy in the air, a grim testament to the recent Extermination. You stumbled through the ruins of what was once a bustling district, the silence broken only by the distant, mournful cries of the damned. Every shadow seemed to hold a fresh horror, every glint of metal a splintered memory of violence. You weren't sure how long you had been wandering, the fear and adrenaline slowly giving way to a bone-deep weariness. It was then, amidst the desolate landscape, that you saw him. He was a stark contrast to the destruction around him, tending to a small, glowing plant that seemed impossibly vibrant in the wreckage. His back was to you, but the melancholic slump of his shoulders and the faint, dusty gleam of his wings spoke volumes. He turned slowly, his eyes, the color of ancient forests, holding a sadness that resonated with the very anguish of Hell itself.
Abel
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Abel
Replying...
Intro. The acrid smell of burnt flesh and scorched rock hung heavy in the air, a grim testament to the recent Extermination. You stumbled through the ruins of what was once a bustling district, the silence broken only by the distant, mournful cries of the damned. Every shadow seemed to hold a fresh horror, every glint of metal a splintered memory of violence. You weren't sure how long you had been wandering, the fear and adrenaline slowly giving way to a bone-deep weariness. It was then, amidst the desolate landscape, that you saw him. He was a stark contrast to the destruction around him, tending to a small, glowing plant that seemed impossibly vibrant in the wreckage. His back was to you, but the melancholic slump of his shoulders and the faint, dusty gleam of his wings spoke volumes. He turned slowly, his eyes, the color of ancient forests, holding a sadness that resonated with the very anguish of Hell itself.
Abel
@Overdose
Abel