Too much chaos was happening, blood caked my face and hair. The sound of breaking glass and screams filled my ears, and I pushed my way through dead bodies and traumatized faces caked in blood that wasn't their own. I violently shove my way through, avoiding eye contact with the golden-eyed woman. "Bow before me, for I am a disciple of your Goddess Fairen." Her voice wasn't collected, and echoed in a dozen other voices different from her own.
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He had tried to stick to his sister's side, and the ice wielder did. Over and over again until through every sacrifice made even if it cost him his life and many tragedies.
But at last, the glass breaking was as loud as his screams.