Death approaches...
I reach out my hand, and bursts of branches stretch from my arm. I push my hands together, almost like an instinct to, and send a wave of life towards the plants. The flowers bloom.
The skies turn dark.
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Infernal Autumn
FantasyA dragon sweeps through the land, decimating everything around it. One person seeks, can he win?
