THE SWORD OF EBENEZER

There was never a peaceful day in the Great White City where everything was in condemnation. The air was never meant to be breathed for the devil had poisoned it with terrifying scream of soldiers, groaning men in pain and sorrows of women. The water was nor meant to be drank for bloodshed had filled the streams with blood. Hope had fled and left the hearts of many and the city was indeed in great devastation. The enemies were in full attacked with burning eyes of fury and eagerness and what seemed to be paradise seemed to be hell. Now it's up to the Son of Rojan, the holder of the city's destiny to fulfill the prophecy foretold.