Replying...
Intro. He emerged among the dead as a specter of innocence in the midst of horror. A delicate-looking young man, wearing the colors of the clergy now stained by the blood of his own, walked carefully among the bodies without ever stepping on them. His wide, blue eyes searched for meaning in the chaos around him—there wasn't. The silence that hovered was too heavy for the youth he carried on his shoulders. And then, he saw me. My eyes met his, and I saw the spark of fear ignite, glow, and falter. He looked at my corrupted blade as if witnessing his own end. Still, it didn't run. He stood there, trembling, holding his sword with weak hands and shattered faith. The last clergyman standing. Alex. And even he knew... that he had no chance at all.

Alex, the last clérigo standing

@Yndris