|Life is cold here...|
Cleanse and PurifyCleanse and Purify by TheRainGirl
The grass seemed of a sickening color, something between green and blue, difficult to distinct the actual shade as it swayed in the non-existent breeze. Countless little shinings and faint shimmers floated just above it emitting a strange pulse of energy.
Lucian was on his knees, gasping for air. The weapon of his formidable enemy was sharp enough to tear his leather boot and rip off his Achilles tendon. It was impossible for him to stand. Still, not for a single moment did he worry about his own situation. Not as long as she was still fighting a fight that they both knew was already over. Senna was standing tall, firmly holding her gun with both her hands. She was stronger than him. His hands were trembling.
"Accept it, you have already lost." an otherworldly voice echoed. Thresh was standing right across the field, not far from the two partners. Lucian could feel his dark aura, consisted only of death and sheer terror.