[CALINDRA]
Like an old friend, darkness had shown up in Calindra in so many forms. The warriors were being slaughtered by an immortal army, one that had chosen not to be merciful, an army that had led the battle of the broken soul.
In the middle of that madness, in the middle of the chaos that was, were people whose smiles had long left the establishment. People that were angry and people that only wanted one thing. Blood.
"No. No. Noooo!!!!!" Jihoon cried out when he saw his father's arms being melted along with the iron swords he had been holding.
It was a different kind of pain and even watching was making the watchers feel so much pain. But even in the middle of that, the misfits just stood there, bored as fuck as they watched the alpha be tortured.
