He could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath his armor—flames were spreading, dancing to the perverted song of death. Screams of fear harmonized, a demented plea for mercy that would never be given. The song spiraled up with the smoke, polluting the air and stretching over the broken battlefield below.
-Kira Dewey
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