Saephis
Virtuous
The creeping feel of undeath...
...a light of hope, surrounded by darkness.
Voices.
Shouting voices.
"Rees, to your--"
"--forth a Lightning Storm!"
"Yes, closer... It'll all end for you soon--"
"--left, watch the Dea--"
"Traitors to your own kind, the lot of--"
"Make for the exit, I'll hold--"
"Don't be a hero Marx, you'll be lost in here--"
"Shh little heroes, it'll all be over soon..."
The voices abrupty cut off.
...a light of hope, surrounded by darkness.
Voices.
Shouting voices.
"Rees, to your--"
"--forth a Lightning Storm!"
"Yes, closer... It'll all end for you soon--"
"--left, watch the Dea--"
"Traitors to your own kind, the lot of--"
"Make for the exit, I'll hold--"
"Don't be a hero Marx, you'll be lost in here--"
"Shh little heroes, it'll all be over soon..."
The voices abrupty cut off.
