Corpses lay on the land, blood bathed the golden sand and vultures flew round in the sky monitoring the corpses, not a single person stayed alive…except one. A figure supported herself on a brown staff as she walked with difficulty, her white hair, ruffled and stained with blood of her enemies, dirt covered her face but if one looked closer you would tell she is a great beauty, she used one blood stained hand to hold her bleeding stomach and the other to hold the staff. ‘There’s a survivor’ she heard a shout and finally for a long time she smiled, she tried to walk faster to get to source of the noise so she can be saved. After ten breaths she saw three figures walking towards her, her face turned grim as she spat out blood in anger. ‘Ivory, you’re alive’ one of the figures said, he was a youthful thin clad in white and he emitted a graceful aura, he is handsome and looked like he can’t hurt a fly. ‘You bastard’ Ivory said angrily looking at the youth with bloodshot eyes; she couldn
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