In his desperation, helpless, he could not help but look at the sky, and ask Heaven. Ask The One, is not fair?
And the answer that came to him is the wind. The wind is a normal wind. To the blind of hearts, it is nothing but the wind blowing.
But to Yewa Hafar he could hear His Voice inside the cares of the wind. And he sighed. And then he enters back into the cave.
The wind blows gently, rustling the leaves, pushing the clouds, illuminating the moonlight and guiding weary souls.
And far away from Earth, far away from this Milky Way galaxy, far away in a different dimension, there is a large titanic being that is sailing the stars using its body.
And wherever this titanic being passes, it brings death and destruction.
From the moment it began its journey, this being target has never change. It did not panic. It did not doubt.
This being is none other than the Destroyer. And the Destroyer is closing His eyes. Like He is sleeping
