"He left a extense red field behind himself and threw his sword away, leaving it among the corpses, he wouldn't need a blade anymore, all he enemies have disapeared and so the 'demons'. He was tired, his body was heavy, he was getting into the time to realize the silence, to embrace the invisible, to let go of the being to get into something bigger... the mistery of to disintegrate and let every little piece be taken by the coldest wind... desintegrating and becoming supreme, desintegrating and setting free. And then he joined the nature, the Prime Mother, the begining..."
Jay Babilon
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