Lake Illawarra, April, 2019. There had been an empath in the area and he had been beyond disturbed, entirely compromised. A scythe had cut through the emissaries, those who gathered in their clouds when they sensed impending death. Clean out the old spirits. They have no power now.
A Scythe Through the Broiling Dark
A Scythe Through the Broiling Dark
A Scythe Through the Broiling Dark
Lake Illawarra, April, 2019. There had been an empath in the area and he had been beyond disturbed, entirely compromised. A scythe had cut through the emissaries, those who gathered in their clouds when they sensed impending death. Clean out the old spirits. They have no power now.