Funeral
The smell of burnt flesh wafted through the air as their dead was sent on their way. It was unfortunate to say, but since he came here this was the first time he had ever felt nauseous. As their bodies burnt, there was just this hint or smell of desolation and pain, of anger and hatred, Nathaniel could feel the negativity in the air. It was thick and suffocating, and he almost couldn’t withstand it’s onslaught. But Nathaniel felt Balancer quiver in his hands, and almost immediately he was free from it. He had no choice but to live like this from now on, his decisions were now his own, he was not compelled by a natural law, and he had free will. Hell would do everything in it’s power to make sure he paid or fell back into it’s embrace. The burning of his fallen soldiers and the dark el
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