It all looked alike. The same repetition, over and over again.
Towards the East, as far as the eye could see.
Westwards, where the earth seemed to kiss the sky.
Along the North, where the ground seemed to arch.
Across South, far far away.
Every view gave the same image. Men lay slain. In small heaps, in threes, in pairs. Some whole, some with missing limbs, some limbs with missing bodies. Women with children, in them, alongside them, on them, didn't matter. They were all dead. Some scarred, some wounded, some torn.
Shredded, beheaded, mangled. All of them, dead.
None of them standing, none of them upright. None awake, none breathing.
Save one.
Among the entirety of the landscape bowing down, one silhouette stood upright.
One.
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Daminion
Fantasía"Nothing special, just a dry, dry ground. Vast. Flat. Dry. Cracked. Littered. There were bodies everywhere." International Terrorist Organization, Granphdok has declared war. On the world. With a device that can blow up continents, they threaten w...
