The war of the dark angel and the god of dust and ashes came to turn upon a question of battle.
Of the outcome, there could be little doubt.
The soldiers of the god of dust and ashes had weapons of unimaginable power. They were the best trained, most diciplined fighters this world had ever seen. Their officers were competent, and their morale was unbreakable.
The allies of the dark angel were starving and sick, wounded, disorganized, and distrustful of each other.
Yet there is fighting, and there is fighting; some weapons are more useful than others, and not all battles must be won.
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Cronicles of one of the Fallen
An account from one of the few who flew with the grace of God,
Challenged the sun, and was burned from the Heavens
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a breeze that smelled of wide-open spaces, of limitless skies and bright sun, of ice and high mountains.
It was the wind from the dark angels wings.