“Is this your first time?”
“See, I knew you’d like it,” she said.
Time is running out.
Our hero is swallowed by the darkness.
One by one, the light shall be slain.
She runs across the fields, roiling clouds above her head. She knows the storm is here. She can smell it in the air. The grass beneath her feet is oddly soft against her skin but she wants it to cut, she wants it to hurt. She runs, chest heaving, heart pounding, she can barely get […]
The fight against darkness is a race against time.