[center][h1][color=lightblue]丂刀のW 丂ｱﾑ尺尺のW[/color][/h1][/center]

Snow had continued, trying to focus on the here an now.  Trying to offer some semblance of support and calm to his team.  When they stopped, though his body ached and was sore, he found the drive to move by looking at them.  Three survivors, three now good deep friends to him.  He helped Cilia with collected water, branches, firewood, he began to cook what was available and was suggesting atleast some music in honor of those lost, but then something happened to draw the eye.

The dome.  That magic.  It brought back flashes to his time in the threshold.  He thought he would never see it again.  Well, he thought he wouldn't see alot of things again.  This was enough, this was enough for his eyes to go wide, his hands to tremble, before putting them over his mouth to stiffle a scream of abject horror.  By the Dragons.  A Soul Breaker Orb.  A weapon of such mindless senseless destruction it poisoned the land.  The enemy... and us.  They used them.  And now the blessed island might be stained forever.  This was it.  The enemy was on their door step and they were salting the earth where stood.  The tears streamed down his face.  He couldn't hold it anymore.  This was a final gut punch to everything.  Something in him broke.  

He honestly didn't know why he was surprised.  Of course they would.  of course, they were undead monsters seeking to spread misery and end everything.  The selfishness.  The unabashed diabolical audacity.  His eyes went to the ground, he held his chest and he let out a long languished heart rending scream.[color=lightblue][b]"GRRRRAAAAAAAHHH!!!"[/b][/color]  It echoed out into the wilderness, a cry from a man who kept his emotions and feelings bottled up to keep a smiling positive face.  He didn't cry for his dead friends, his flock that he couldnt protect.  He cried out for all creation.  Despite everything he did.  His whole life to make Creation better.  It was going to end.  End in the face of monsters.  Monsters too strong for him to even touch.  It wasn't fair.  

Creation was going to die and there was nothing he could do about it.  

[i]"You're here to serve."[/i]

He heard his master's voice.  Back in the days of the monastery.  His tear strained eyes went wide as he looked at the ground.  He's been like this before.  

[i]"Get up.  I need you."[/i]

He heard the voice of the Solar general who offered him a hand for him to join him in a desperate push.  

Snow survived.  Snow, who hated fighting had always fought and always survived.  He always served.  The Order.  The General.  The people.  He was still alive.  He survived.  He still had to serve.  

His hands balled into fists, Axley's words fell on deaf ears as he was in his moment of anguish and self reflection. 
 Calm Snow, gentle Snow, smiling Snow, grinded his teeth.  [color=lightblue]"I'll... kill them."[/color]  He swore to himself.