Book Description
Death wouldave been mercifula] I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was among a battlefielda]noa]a field of the dead. I looked around, the sun rose in a blood red sky, and there was a fog covering the landa]all the same, I saw the state that death had left this place in. I dropped to my knees as an overwhelming and almost deafening feeling of guilt, anguish and haunted feelings of complete and utter shock at this catastrophe hit me. There was no mercy here, there was no battlea]thisa]this was a slaughter! As I looked down and began to cry, I saw blood on my hands and the thought that will haunt me for years hit mea]did I do this? No one living terror anyone could come up with was so evil as Raven. Shead done this before, but only to one galaxy; itas worse this timea]far worse. Unimaginable numbers have been destroyed, tortured and murdered for no more reason then Ravenas own amusement. What is to come from this slaughter? What is to happen to me because of all the damage and pain she has caused? A better question is, will she win, or will there be some kind of saving grace for existence?
