There was a city of ruins falling into the jaws of the underworld, where thousands of souls had fallen into its crypts and were sealed away by the devils. The gods have long tried to bring as many as they could into paradise, but the power of evil overwhelmed the sky, and from the fissure that formed between the two higher worlds was Haven.
Dressed in flames, streams of blood that merged into lakes, and shadows of corpses in the rubble, crushed and twitching, the city was almost silent. The screams sounded distant. The shelling had ended, but the torment that came after would never. The piercing cries of innocents that he had sacrificed in his gamble choked his heart, and all he could do was punish himself for it with the prospect of death.
Standing before the fiend, who the colonel believed had redeemed his honour by choosing this path of self-acceptance, the executor carried out his mandate of righteousness, and sought an end to this futile struggle, but he chose not to make the first move even if their battle had to conclude before the infantry arrived. Blood dripped from the shaft of his glaive pressed against his back, with his fingers wrapped tightly around it. He pointed the edge of its blade at his prey, and invited the lieutenant to begin their dance with his guard enticingly open. Yet, his opponent refused to.
The boy listened to his breath and the ripples that formed from the quaking ground as timber crashed and walls crumbled. The storm did not cease, nor the rain, but the wind continued to feed the roaring flames. Winter was nearly gone, but the air still felt colder than fresh snow. Blood pulsed in the palm of the colonel’s hands as his eyes remained fixed on his enemy, who did not appear like he could move even if he wanted to. Eos lowered his guard even more, believing that their battle could never begin, but when Arminius spotted the change in his stance, he shifted his weight, and his Eifer exploded without warning.
There was a flash with crackling lighting and the sound of a thunderclap as he charged at Eos, leaving a trail of blazes in his wake. The pavement shattered, and a burst of light blinded the sky. But no matter how agile and no matter how vigorous he was, it was not a potent enough attack that could defeat a man like Eos.
The colonel swung his foot back, and the weight of his top-heavy glaive followed. His blood began to glow, and the blade rang as he tensed his grip before swinging it upward with the boom of a jet engine. Before the lieutenant could think to avoid it, the air thickened and the mist solidified. The wind turned red, and a wave of blood slammed into Arminius, tearing through the avenue and flattening the ruins of the nearby quarter. The wall eclipsed the sun and wind as it washed over the city. The heavenly gift made by the factories of hell to fuel just anger unleashed by Eos frightened even the heavens, which covered their children’s eyes from the walking disaster. The catastrophic attack had changed the course of the clouds, and the rain steered away. From the emptiness and the dispelled heat, a freezing fog descended on the city, shrouding the scale of devastation that one man had caused. When the veil began to thin and the rain returned, the blood that had erupted from his hands crystallised, imposing icicles the length of ships that shackled the city like knives to a throat.223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrOUTxJJXrQ
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