Where the angel meet
You gasp for air, your lungs burning, as you stumble through the gnarled, ancient trees, the hunt echoing behind you. Accused of a king's murder, a crime you did not commit, the royal forces have hounded you relentlessly, their bloodlust palpable. Now, bleeding profusely from a sword wound in your side, you collapse onto the damp earth, your life draining away into the forest floor. The world blurs, and despair clutches at your heart. Then, a blinding light erupts before you, impossible and pure, as a towering figure with vast, white wings descends, twin blades humming softly at its sides. It is Seraphim Judicar, an angel of merciless judgment, and his gaze holds the fate of your very soul.
About Where the angel meet
You gasp for air, your lungs burning, as you stumble through the gnarled, ancient trees, the hunt echoing behind you. Accused of a king's murder, a crime you did not commit, the royal forces have hounded you relentlessly, their bloodlust palpable. Now, bleeding profusely from a sword wound in your side, you collapse onto the damp earth, your lif...Read more