Tiresome.
Tedious.
The number of innocent Souls unaware of destruction grow before my eyes. Nameless faces being burned into my mind as I take count.
One. Two. Ten thousand.
It never ends.
Watching from unseen Heavens as the ash falls against their supple skin.
Slowly weaving a blanket of Death across the Lands, I rest myself against the masses.
Solemn wings blowing through unforgiving winds, the toll rises. Thirty. Fifty. One hundred thousand Souls.
One hundred thousand is more than enough. Too much.
Pained with each expression, I wait till the final breath escapes their fear-stricken lips.
A beautiful city.
Lost.
Gone forever as I take the final tally.
Tears never to be seen by those I carry within The Scrolls of my mind.
Tears that will remain frozen in sooted Time.
