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A clouded morning sun weakly shines over the blighted remains of what was once a prosperous town.
The entire city is in ruins, a diseased ghost town burned to ashes.
With the smell of smoldering earth and flesh cutting sharply trough the mist.

Orange sunlight is met with the pale blue glow of cinders that float trough on a soft breeze
Bits of bleak flame dance on small torches besides a slender path that leads into the streets.
A road of footprints follows a long route, along every house.
Accompanied by grim lighting we wander along the skeletons of houses.
Scattered around town lie the charred remains of its denizens.
Hundreds of bodies laying on the ground, feel as a million pair of eyes watching.
 
Above the city floats the Terebithia. Her skin like the void so black it pulls in the sight around her. She reveals herself to us as the leviathan.
A thousand eyes glow deep in the darkness of her skin with a blood red shine. These eyes stare deep into your soul and see all your petty mortal secrets.
From these eyes comes the hive. From the world she holds within. The endless souls she holds crawl and soar trough and around her. Each mind part of the greater, all part of her.

Over every deceased floats a sapphire flame, slowly dying out.
Martin stops near one of the bodies and plucks the flame from the air. As he holds it in his hand he stares at her as he remembers what she looked like. A light frame, dressed in a hospital gown, short blond hair with a hint of pink, green eyes.
Martin bit his lip.
"I saved this girl's life last night. I didn't know why at the time, I had faith that there was a good reason. But now I see that I was wrong. I saved her so I could kill her without a thought later..."
He held the flame up, it didn't seem to burn. Was this her spirit? Or was this just another trick of his mind? Martin opened his mouth and swallowed the flame.
He felt stronger, more confident.
Maybe he found a way for their lives to not have gone to waste? Or he was wasting his time...