The sun glared down at the earth with scorching rays, the dust and sand in the air sparkling as it rolled across the the broken land like waves of diamonds. A lone figure trudged through the shimmering streets of a town in ruins, stepping over walls that had collapsed and down streets that looked like bountiful gardens of boulders. He wore a large black cloak over his back with the hood pulled up until it covered almost half of his face as well. This man who seemed as though he walked with a distinct destination in mind was know as Ashura and in fact he had absolutely no idea where he was headed at this moment.
Seraph of the End