Ten
War waged in the shadows. The humans were blissfully unaware, but Rae knew all too well what was at stake. Clad in bronze armor, she floated in the air, her white wings outstretched behind her.
Demons and monsters from the deepest, darkest depths of the evil pit known as the Abyss flooded the bright red sky.
She drew her sword, eyes narrowed with determination.
The glint of light and ring of steel vibrated along the smoke-filled air, thick, hot, and humid.
A sheen of sweat covered her flawless face, but blood dripped from her hands, and slid off the front of her breastplate.
Darting across the sky, she sliced through a black-winged creature with orange eyes, and sharp talons at the tips of his wings. It roared, blood spraying into the air as she cut it in two, at the waist, sever
