on the anci
journalist Susan emerge from the gates of the vast palace, having spent a year within its walls-trapped in a world of terror, obsession, and relentl
face of the earth. They pause, taking in the awe-inspiring sight, raising their hands to shield their eyes fro
nd rising from behind-a deep roar, as if the earth itself had awakened in fury. He stopped abruptly and charged toward the palace. Flames erupted from its upper windows, climbing like infernal tongues licking
that filled the horizon, as if the palace itself were taking revenge for everything that had happened within its walls. Finally, she yielded to his hand and walked with him, leaving behind the glare of the flames that had begun to devour the n
Good and the
n before him the child born to be a symbol of good on Earth, a beacon of hope amidst the bloody darkne
, had crept within the palace walls, moving silently. It brutally devoured the head of the C
ead in disbelief, his voice
? Who committed these atrocities? He sank back into his magnificent c
s if from a long shadow. His eyes held news so terrible that no mind could ha
with his mouth. He killed the child of goodness, the Sun of Ages, and appeared flying, as if with wings not real wings, but something else." "It's
ds motionless on the palace roof, reveling in this chaos." Sh
't D
Above t
the first threads of darkness along the edges of the ancient palace. The air grew heavy and thick wit
ands. Blood splattered in a horrifying display, cascading down the stone walls and seeping mercilessly through the palace. The flames pour
and pulling her close, as if protecting her from unimaginable evil. They retrea
ror gripping their hearts, they tried to reassure one another. Every heartbeat reflected the brutality of the scene before them. They were about to
ymphony, leaving behind the feeling that one wrong step could be the last, and th
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