Winged Men

The world stood still. From above, you'd see the three of them laying on the sand. The fire has died down. The lightning has stopped and four unconscious bodies lay on a serene ground with one of them already lifeless.

He descended into the land where he saw them.

He could hear the flapping sound behind his back as his feet slowly touched the ground.

He roamed his eyes around, the chaos that just past relevant in every corner.

The seas have started to revolt and soon enough, the world will start to growl all over again.

He stepped forward where a woman's eyes were wide open with her throat already slit.

He touched her eyes and helped them close towards her peace. As he did this, he kneel down and said a short prayer.

He could almost hear the rumbling sound of thunder and the coming of the lightning again.

There is not even enough time to help them recuperate.

He needed to wake them up and help them save the good that remains on Earth.