
The screams echoes through out the fields of battle. The forces marched forward, slaughtering those who did not surrender. Three glowing bodies stood in their way, weapons drawn at their side. "Draven, we wish not to fight but, to make a truce. Draw up your flag of surrender and harm shall not grace your path." A voice boomed causing the Earth to fall to silence. A dark, menacing chuckle whispered throughout the blood soaked battle field. "Surrender? Not until you have fallen and the shadows have finished your flame of hope!"Todos los derechos reservados
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