These narrow winding and narrow minded passages that heed danger within old cracked rocks, towering overhead. Black stars that bend the snake layered sky hiding foreign enemies crouched, watching in preparation. Masked only by the blood of dead children chanting and wanting more. A mass of thousands following their unwavering leader. Determined to destroy, fueled by hate and challenged by none. Except for Him for he has no fear. He stands alone motionless, unwilling to submit. bowing to no man powerful or less. Creating flashes of blue crystallized light that slices the horizon past repair. Confusing his enemies while he decapitates their golden leader. His blade unharmed trickling. Stunned in awe they attack this Him. One sweep of his hand is all they last see until death. Those left standing flee without limbs, he owns them.
