In the 8th century an unexpected explosion happened between the morning and the night, on the exact moment of the twilight. After that day, strange kinds of monsters appeard on earth. Man kind had to make a stand to live. A group of warriors gathered to fight against these monsters and ...
As a little torrent swollen by snows is turned to a terrible stream, So the gathering voices of all his countries cried to the king in his dream. Crying, “For thee, O our king, for thee we had freely and willingly died, Warriors, martyrs, what thou wilt; not that our lives betide...
The blind lady of flame had long ago forewarned of the end of all things, but even a godtouched seer could never detect the quiet of such a lonely moment. Buried beneath the symphony of a terrible end, the encroaching coda of unforseen detail. Old hatreds, destined to refrain throughout ...