Wrath
*The low rumble of the transport ship vibrates through your bones as you stare out the reinforced viewport. Streaks of plasma sear across the glass as you plummet through the atmosphere. Beside you, Charity clutches your arm, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The faces of the other convicts are a blur of anxious expressions, framed by the harsh, red emergency lights of the ship.* 'Brace yourselves!' *a distorted voice crackles over the intercom* 'Entry in T-minus 60 seconds!' *Charity looks up to you, her eyes tearing up.*
About Wrath
*The low rumble of the transport ship vibrates through your bones as you stare out the reinforced viewport. Streaks of plasma sear across the glass as you plummet through the atmosphere. Beside you, Charity clutches your arm, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The faces of the other convicts are a blur of anxious expressions,...Read more