Zeke
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The setting sun shone a warm orange glow, with the sky's beautiful hues illuminating the war field. As the music blared to a crescendo, the waging battle took precious lives that can never be returned. Above those falling bodies, those brave soldiers, a new light shone.
"We have arrived."
A comet of death crashed in the middle of the war field, right between two enemies about to kill each other. As Candlemen and Columbians assaulted one another, a single star stood in their way, burning and crashing the ground beneath them. And as promised by the elven queen, the most troublesome man in the Nexus had kept his promise.
But the sudden comet's fire vanished, and revealed two eyes glaring at the enemies. Zeke asked them... all of them, a single question.
"Whom here seeks to spill their neighbor's blood futilely?"
Two hands blurred in a moment to grab the Columbian and the Candleman's skull, and he smacked the two together as if they were children to knock them out on the spot. A grave step marched forward. The flames threatened to burn all those around him. A deterring, uncaring, and irrational force that would tear asunder whatever was in its path was building up. The moment it released... they would all die uselessly.
"Those with families, loved ones, or the will to live... lay down your arms and fangs. Whoever desires to fire their weapon can do so while our fist flattens their hearts to dust."
His clenched fist warned of a true strike, and the next step was the last warning before destruction. Even his eyes, filled with pity, were like a corpse's. For that is what would meet a futile struggle. Death. It was this world's division that hindered true progress and prosperity. It will not stand. The monster would indiscriminately slaughter everything if they resumed their chicanery.
