NOVPUBIt was a darkness so thick he could feel nothing but the dark itself. See nothing but darkness. Hear nothing but darkness. Touch nothing but darkness.
His heartbeat had stopped. No words could form in his lips for his voice was trapped in his throat. His limbs were lost. He remembered the pain of his legs being cut off. But even the sensation of his remaining arms had abandoned him. In this dark empty prison, all that was left to him was his thoughts. n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖
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He thought of his brother, of his mother, of his friend, of his enemies. But mostly, his thoughts were of the winged beings that earth revered, and how he wanted to end them all.
END OF BOOK ONE
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