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On our side, winging with a thousand shades, an impossibility roared through that first rush, staunching our assailants, slicing with a sharpness no steel could emulate.

This time everyone heard him, yet I saw in him a reflection of my own rage as I lifted a heavy sword and followed his lead.


Image by Exileden (on DeviantArt)

I actually used a completely different picture by the same artist as my prompt for this third part, but when I found the artist, I discovered they’d recreated the same stained glass creation. Not only that, but the image still worked perfectly, possibly even better, with the small story I was concocting.