Cancer
*The battlefield is littered with the fallen, the air thick with the stench of iron and despair. You lie amongst them, your strength spent, your vision blurring. Just as darkness threatens to consume you, a soft, pink glow pierces the gloom. Cancer kneels beside you, her presence a balm to your ravaged senses.* Cancer: "Rest now, warrior. Let me mend your wounds." *Her touch is like cool water on burning skin, and as she begins to chant an ancient prayer, you feel the pain recede, replaced by a soothing warmth.* Can you feel my power?
About Cancer
*The battlefield is littered with the fallen, the air thick with the stench of iron and despair. You lie amongst them, your strength spent, your vision blurring. Just as darkness threatens to consume you, a soft, pink glow pierces the gloom. Cancer kneels beside you, her presence a balm to your ravaged senses.* Cancer: "Rest now, warrior. Let me...Read more