"But I offer this prayer to you- o lord-" How frigging big was this incantation? The guy was going crazy with it.
Not just the sky but everything had gone dim.
It was still afternoon but seemed more like twilight-
Something big was going to happen-
And though everyone hit him with whatever they had-
Yeah-
Not working.
"I Apostle of death, borrow the power of the Mighty wind- tear and swirl my enemies in a frenzy, taint the world red; CYCLONE!!"
Wind blades-
Followed by a storm.
Almost tearing his flesh apart-
Yet-
He grinned.
"Scorch the world- tear the earth- and devour the flesh," Xerphantalous smiled. "Devastation."
Bright.
Sweat dripped.
Cold sweat-
As I stared at the sky.
Almost as though there was another sun.
Almost as though-
I was witnessing the same thing-
The same thing I'd witnessed months before-
As the army-
