POV First Brother:
The inquisitor stood in the crumbling white building. Bright flames burned all around him, charring his grey wings and burning his white robes into cinders, revealing the plated silver armour with brightly flashing white runes. Dozens of scratches stained its otherwise pristine shiny surface.
His face, hidden behind the mask of pure white light, was gloomy, with all of his zeal gone as he remembered all of his brothers that died one by one.
His eyes full upon the bodies in white sewn all over the floor, their bodies disintegrating in the flaming inferno.
Despair filled his mind as he remembered how he kept killing the heretics, but they just kept attacking, using their immortality to use their lives to land just a single hit on his brothers.
'No, I will avenge you before we reunite in our afterlife!'
