Soon as though a struggle became an incendiary thing yet again, and all a-while these shadow-bearing people who matter the most shall mischievously narrow their conspiratorial feeling toward- utter flammable, both unflappable fixation; “We. Will. Win.”
With the far-reaching flames of Evil

Wind: Sweeping and creeping, both crawling… nearer still, The Eye of the warmest storm.

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