“Bullets bounced off his obsidian-hardened body; a body whose armour could not be harmed even by the greatest of nuclear weapons. Yet an ache gnawed at him, slicing through the armour of his heartless, battle-worn shell. No words, no weapon, could harm his body of a thousand scars. Yet, for eternity, he would carry the pain of their sacrifice—her sacrifice—engraved in his soul.” LoveWarSoulDeathLossSacrificeBattleArmor Author:Blade Seventh
“Bullets bounced off his obsidian-hardened body, a body forged to withstand even nuclear weapons. Yet, an ache gnawed at him, slicing through the armour of his heartless, battle-worn shell. No words, no weapon, could harm what was forged, but the pain of their sacrifice, especially hers, remained—eternally engraved within his soul.” LoveWarLossSacrificeBattleArmor Author:Blade Seventh
“Bullets bounced off his obsidian-hardened body; a body whose armour would have withstood even the greatest of nuclear weapons. Yet, an ache had gnawed at him, slicing through the armour of his heartless, battle-worn shell. No words, no weapon, could harm what had been forged, but the pain of their sacrifice, especially hers, remained—eternally engraved within his soul.” LoveLossSacrificeBattleWeaponsArmor Author:Blade Seventh
“You’ve fought countless battles; perhaps it’s time to lay down your armor and embrace the happiness that awaits.” HappinessArmorBattles Author:Blade Seventh