It takes one flaming heart to indispensably burn those without hope and scorn them with a new found inveterate courage. Chances of survival depend the myriad of people who believe that the fire that has too, collected their fears. Now with the numbers great, they March the dilapidation to mark territory on their home, to silence the earth's lament and incoming debarkation that evil has brought upon it. Blood that had painted the decades of existence was an affinity to their cause and granted them even more determination, a penchant of hope once more. On their shoulders and without a fault or existential doubt, they remain to carry their blades as a tool of justice, not a tool of harm and adjournment.
Shine, heroes, shine. Even in the darkest night, create a tunnel of victory and return those damned by corruption to their failure.
