[MATURE CONTENT, must be 18+] The Blight was the reason why the human race was nearly wiped out of existence but through the creation of the Astral beings, the high humans, Alto-Umano wielded the Brigante Ark to stave off the darkness. But peace is not constant and the cycle of desire and bloodshed bids to start anew.
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Brigante Ark

His breathing is ragged, his knees rattled, while his head is spinning as he daze. He squinted, looking for any signs of life no matter the perilous situation he is in. He felt that there was constriction to his very center. The hurting on his body stops recedes very soon as his attention turns to the infrastructures falling to the ground. 


His head whipped around as he heard footsteps marching from behind. Through the fire, the soldiers march forward. He felt the need to run, but his body did not move. 


They all came past to him, never minding his existence. At the end of the line of soldiers, there’s a man, a familiar broad stature. He is someone he couldn’t forget that easily. Theo the Arbiter. 


He felt his soul shake in his presence. Lance knew even before, the presence of an Arbiter, slipped through their borders is not something they should take lightly. His helmet may have no eyes, but he felt that his attention darted at him. 


I dreamt once