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A man walks around a field succumbed by the battles that befall on the lands, he wasn't there to feel empathy for the bodies of the fallen... He was there to devour what was left of the battle for it would made him stronger and much more powerful. Every step he took, bodies of flesh and bones would shatter and deteriorate from it's place leaving nothing behind but the armor and blades they had.
The man stopped on walking for he heard the voice of a woman echoing in an eerie tone.
"Release us...."
The man remained silent.
"Release... Us..."
The man stood still while everything deteriorated around him. The voices suddenly became silent as a spectre slowly floated eerily from behind him. It's face was beautiful but it's unusual eyes made her more eerie, her selera was black and she had a purple pupil that took form of a cross.
The spectre held the man's face delicately as if she was touching him and whispered as she slowly grinned.
