Life Anew *a story from a broken warrior*

Beyond the city of Broken Dreams lies a foundation of forgotten hope. At first glance percieved to be terminally stricken, then dissected to reveal vitality. Discernment ordered and aptitude waged. Rage passionately, accurately, and post haste thrust into the opposing diligent hate monger. Fatigue and weariness accumulate with the onward push for revealed survival. Eyes seized half-closed from frigid fear remain vigilant, focused, and steady. Lethal precision now more than ever rectified and risen to relinquish the broken from their chains of aggression and solitude. Towers crumble to the awakening of slumbering warriors pining from their hollow vessels. Collision sets and front lines are diminished. At last glance the schism is cut to bleed out and decompose for the final hour. The veil has been dropped, the mass put at ease. With a last breath slowly in through the nostrils and then softly, slowly exhaled out through the mouth the beast lay slain for all eternity.