Deepwood Weald [m] bodies

yelling, screaming; car alarms, a massive weight strikes his skull in a flash.
this was not worth the fight. he knew to choose his battles. speak of me, and no one will believe you.
she is freed from the press of his form in an instant, and soon enough, he is lost among the spires of shadows; not to return, not here, not ever again. she turns her cheek from god, and he can do nothing to save those who are blind; ignorant to their own desire for salvation.