One Shot Of The Day The Icons Landed

Shattering heart beats mix with the ringing sound in my ears, burrowing into my brain. Sweat mixed with tears and blood mats across me, covering me like a blanket. It's not my blood. It's the blood of those around me, those who were meant to survive this barren hell. The abandoned sky line burns through itself, destroying my home and land. The pulsating light at the edge of my vision grows brighter and brighter until it claims me and the blood becomes my own. The light surges through me, fighting away the long growing darkness. The war turns outward and tears me into pieces, leaving no out for a mortal body. My soul flies with the victor. Light or dark, a bang or a whimper, the age old questions, the age ending question.