† : CHRISTIAN PURE SPY.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.

“Shit—“ Brutal still had enough consciousness left in him to roll out of the way before the tree crushed him, but unfortunately, his legs were caught underneath the burning wood. He let out a cry of pain, trying (and failing) to pull himself forward and out from under the tree. His legs were likely broken beyond repair, now.

"brutal! brutal!!" he called out, coughing as he inhaled some smoke. his eyelids were squinted, the ashes and the hot air stinging his eyes. he had an arm in front of his face, groaning from the smell of burning flesh.

"god, i pray to you, please tell me he's okay." he whispered to himself, weaving through trees and slipping under fallen logs, "please let him be okay. please, god, please."

but praying could only get him so far, and he knew that himself. there was only so much pure could ask from the very god that threw him out of heaven. his eyes began to water from the stinging sensation, needing to wipe them away in order to get a clear vision of his path. he even used his powers to push burning wood out of his way.

He pushed himself up to try and stand up, but immediately regretted that decision when a harsh spike of pain shot through his legs. He cried out in pain again, only this time weaker.

his voice sounded like one of relief, his words wavered as pure came running to the figure on the floor. there was a large log squishing him against the ground, in which led pure to use his powers once more. his hands glowed a white hue, the same color surrounding the log. he strained, almost growling as he pushed the tree off him. perhaps it gave brutal some reassurance, but he was a mess — his legs seemed broken in places it shouldn't, he had gashes littering his body, creating a blood pool beneath him, he was overall drenched in the sticky crimson substance. one notable injury was the open piercing through his chest.

the scene alone brought tears to his eyes, falling to his knees beside the demon and bringing his hands to cup his face ever so carefully.

"how— what happened?" he asked frantically, that once calm and annoyed tone in his voice long gone, "stay with me, ami, s– stay with me here."

in the back of his mind he would pray; meanwhile he removed his white coat and press it onto his chest. he bit back his tears, not wanting to get them on brutal's skin. he was already bloodied and battered, the angel couldn't bare to see him in more pain. he looked around, and yet, all he could see was the blazing forest. the orange and yellow hues reflected in pure's teary eyes.

Though, he could feel his touch. He weakly tried to move away from Pure, unsure if he was friend or foe. He mumble something just barely audible. “No, no…”

she wanted to pick him up, carry him to his feet, bring him home and fix his wounds — but something told her that she couldn't. there was no easy way out of this, or she would just put him through more pain. that was the last thing pure wanted.

"don't go." the angel pleaded through quiet sobs, another hand weakly grasping at the charred fabric of his clothes. she shifted closer to him, letting crimson blood varnish her white clothes.

Was his condition really that bad? Brutal tried to sit up, only to let out a strangled sob from the sudden wave of pain in his legs. He stared down at them, and let out a weak laugh.

her heart ached listening to him cry out from the pain. usually, as an angel, she wasn't the type to flinch at loud sounds or sudden noises; nothing scared pure. but, with the fire roaring louder and trees crackling around them, it made her jump a little.

"stay with me, brutal. listen to my voice, ok– okay?" pure was more than terrified. not even words could explain the fear pooling in her heart from the very sight, from the thought of ... that.

his arm slowly lifted up brutal's head, resting it onto his lap carefully. he chewed on his bottom lip, not wanting his tears to fall onto its face. he pulled his gloves off, throwing them to the side. pure then brushes shaky digits through its hair, tucking some loose strands away from its horns and face.

Its eyes drooped as Pure combed through its hair, the sensation soothing to it. It felt its body start to go numb, and it found that it could now barely move its limbs. He wasn’t new to dying, but this was different. It was slower this time, rather than the quick end he had all that time ago.

white knuckles that grasped onto its clothes got its color back, as palms trailed to brutal's jaw. thumb pads brushed over its side burns, gazing down at its rested face through glassy vision.

rested was an understatement. brutal looked different, it looked mortifying. the saint never paid mind to how he would appear when he would die, then return. but this was much different, more traumatizing to look at. his eyes couldn't seem to tear away from him. as if he could still save him by keeping him in his hold.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.

“Shit—“ Brutal still had enough consciousness left in him to roll out of the way before the tree crushed him, but unfortunately, his legs were caught underneath the burning wood. He let out a cry of pain, trying (and failing) to pull himself forward and out from under the tree. His legs were likely broken beyond repair, now.

"brutal! brutal!!" he called out, coughing as he inhaled some smoke. his eyelids were squinted, the ashes and the hot air stinging his eyes. he had an arm in front of his face, groaning from the smell of burning flesh.

"god, i pray to you, please tell me he's okay." he whispered to himself, weaving through trees and slipping under fallen logs, "please let him be okay. please, god, please."

but praying could only get him so far, and he knew that himself. there was only so much pure could ask from the very god that threw him out of heaven. his eyes began to water from the stinging sensation, needing to wipe them away in order to get a clear vision of his path. he even used his powers to push burning wood out of his way.

He pushed himself up to try and stand up, but immediately regretted that decision when a harsh spike of pain shot through his legs. He cried out in pain again, only this time weaker.

his voice sounded like one of relief, his words wavered as pure came running to the figure on the floor. there was a large log squishing him against the ground, in which led pure to use his powers once more. his hands glowed a white hue, the same color surrounding the log. he strained, almost growling as he pushed the tree off him. perhaps it gave brutal some reassurance, but he was a mess — his legs seemed broken in places it shouldn't, he had gashes littering his body, creating a blood pool beneath him, he was overall drenched in the sticky crimson substance. one notable injury was the open piercing through his chest.

the scene alone brought tears to his eyes, falling to his knees beside the demon and bringing his hands to cup his face ever so carefully.

"how— what happened?" he asked frantically, that once calm and annoyed tone in his voice long gone, "stay with me, ami, s– stay with me here."

in the back of his mind he would pray; meanwhile he removed his white coat and press it onto his chest. he bit back his tears, not wanting to get them on brutal's skin. he was already bloodied and battered, the angel couldn't bare to see him in more pain. he looked around, and yet, all he could see was the blazing forest. the orange and yellow hues reflected in pure's teary eyes.

Though, he could feel his touch. He weakly tried to move away from Pure, unsure if he was friend or foe. He mumble something just barely audible. “No, no…”

she wanted to pick him up, carry him to his feet, bring him home and fix his wounds — but something told her that she couldn't. there was no easy way out of this, or she would just put him through more pain. that was the last thing pure wanted.

"don't go." the angel pleaded through quiet sobs, another hand weakly grasping at the charred fabric of his clothes. she shifted closer to him, letting crimson blood varnish her white clothes.

Was his condition really that bad? Brutal tried to sit up, only to let out a strangled sob from the sudden wave of pain in his legs. He stared down at them, and let out a weak laugh.

her heart ached listening to him cry out from the pain. usually, as an angel, she wasn't the type to flinch at loud sounds or sudden noises; nothing scared pure. but, with the fire roaring louder and trees crackling around them, it made her jump a little.

"stay with me, brutal. listen to my voice, ok– okay?" pure was more than terrified. not even words could explain the fear pooling in her heart from the very sight, from the thought of ... that.

his arm slowly lifted up brutal's head, resting it onto his lap carefully. he chewed on his bottom lip, not wanting his tears to fall onto its face. he pulled his gloves off, throwing them to the side. pure then brushes shaky digits through its hair, tucking some loose strands away from its horns and face.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.

“Shit—“ Brutal still had enough consciousness left in him to roll out of the way before the tree crushed him, but unfortunately, his legs were caught underneath the burning wood. He let out a cry of pain, trying (and failing) to pull himself forward and out from under the tree. His legs were likely broken beyond repair, now.

"brutal! brutal!!" he called out, coughing as he inhaled some smoke. his eyelids were squinted, the ashes and the hot air stinging his eyes. he had an arm in front of his face, groaning from the smell of burning flesh.

"god, i pray to you, please tell me he's okay." he whispered to himself, weaving through trees and slipping under fallen logs, "please let him be okay. please, god, please."

but praying could only get him so far, and he knew that himself. there was only so much pure could ask from the very god that threw him out of heaven. his eyes began to water from the stinging sensation, needing to wipe them away in order to get a clear vision of his path. he even used his powers to push burning wood out of his way.

He pushed himself up to try and stand up, but immediately regretted that decision when a harsh spike of pain shot through his legs. He cried out in pain again, only this time weaker.

his voice sounded like one of relief, his words wavered as pure came running to the figure on the floor. there was a large log squishing him against the ground, in which led pure to use his powers once more. his hands glowed a white hue, the same color surrounding the log. he strained, almost growling as he pushed the tree off him. perhaps it gave brutal some reassurance, but he was a mess — his legs seemed broken in places it shouldn't, he had gashes littering his body, creating a blood pool beneath him, he was overall drenched in the sticky crimson substance. one notable injury was the open piercing through his chest.

the scene alone brought tears to his eyes, falling to his knees beside the demon and bringing his hands to cup his face ever so carefully.

"how— what happened?" he asked frantically, that once calm and annoyed tone in his voice long gone, "stay with me, ami, s– stay with me here."

in the back of his mind he would pray; meanwhile he removed his white coat and press it onto his chest. he bit back his tears, not wanting to get them on brutal's skin. he was already bloodied and battered, the angel couldn't bare to see him in more pain. he looked around, and yet, all he could see was the blazing forest. the orange and yellow hues reflected in pure's teary eyes.

Though, he could feel his touch. He weakly tried to move away from Pure, unsure if he was friend or foe. He mumble something just barely audible. “No, no…”

she wanted to pick him up, carry him to his feet, bring him home and fix his wounds — but something told her that she couldn't. there was no easy way out of this, or she would just put him through more pain. that was the last thing pure wanted.

"don't go." the angel pleaded through quiet sobs, another hand weakly grasping at the charred fabric of his clothes. she shifted closer to him, letting crimson blood varnish her white clothes.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.

“Shit—“ Brutal still had enough consciousness left in him to roll out of the way before the tree crushed him, but unfortunately, his legs were caught underneath the burning wood. He let out a cry of pain, trying (and failing) to pull himself forward and out from under the tree. His legs were likely broken beyond repair, now.

"brutal! brutal!!" he called out, coughing as he inhaled some smoke. his eyelids were squinted, the ashes and the hot air stinging his eyes. he had an arm in front of his face, groaning from the smell of burning flesh.

"god, i pray to you, please tell me he's okay." he whispered to himself, weaving through trees and slipping under fallen logs, "please let him be okay. please, god, please."

but praying could only get him so far, and he knew that himself. there was only so much pure could ask from the very god that threw him out of heaven. his eyes began to water from the stinging sensation, needing to wipe them away in order to get a clear vision of his path. he even used his powers to push burning wood out of his way.

He pushed himself up to try and stand up, but immediately regretted that decision when a harsh spike of pain shot through his legs. He cried out in pain again, only this time weaker.

his voice sounded like one of relief, his words wavered as pure came running to the figure on the floor. there was a large log squishing him against the ground, in which led pure to use his powers once more. his hands glowed a white hue, the same color surrounding the log. he strained, almost growling as he pushed the tree off him. perhaps it gave brutal some reassurance, but he was a mess — his legs seemed broken in places it shouldn't, he had gashes littering his body, creating a blood pool beneath him, he was overall drenched in the sticky crimson substance. one notable injury was the open piercing through his chest.

the scene alone brought tears to his eyes, falling to his knees beside the demon and bringing his hands to cup his face ever so carefully.

"how— what happened?" he asked frantically, that once calm and annoyed tone in his voice long gone, "stay with me, ami, s– stay with me here."

in the back of his mind he would pray; meanwhile he removed his white coat and press it onto his chest. he bit back his tears, not wanting to get them on brutal's skin. he was already bloodied and battered, the angel couldn't bare to see him in more pain. he looked around, and yet, all he could see was the blazing forest. the orange and yellow hues reflected in pure's teary eyes.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.

“Shit—“ Brutal still had enough consciousness left in him to roll out of the way before the tree crushed him, but unfortunately, his legs were caught underneath the burning wood. He let out a cry of pain, trying (and failing) to pull himself forward and out from under the tree. His legs were likely broken beyond repair, now.

"brutal! brutal!!" he called out, coughing as he inhaled some smoke. his eyelids were squinted, the ashes and the hot air stinging his eyes. he had an arm in front of his face, groaning from the smell of burning flesh.

"god, i pray to you, please tell me he's okay." he whispered to himself, weaving through trees and slipping under fallen logs, "please let him be okay. please, god, please."

but praying could only get him so far, and he knew that himself. there was only so much pure could ask from the very god that threw him out of heaven. his eyes began to water from the stinging sensation, needing to wipe them away in order to get a clear vision of his path. he even used his powers to push burning wood out of his way.

Brutal stumbled his way through the foliage, blinding pushing his way through branches and bushes. His eyes were covered with blood, and he could barely see his way through the forest. All he could see, taste, smell—Blood. He could feel the heat of fire following his footsteps, and he wheezed as he breathed in the smoke.

The demon sped up his pace, though was obviously limping and, in general, in very bad condition. He collapsed against a tree, sliding down to the bottom and staring straight ahead. Through his blurry, blood-covered eyes, he could see the roaring flames reaching closer. He breathed heavily. He couldn’t be back here again.

He’d killed them all. They wouldn’t hurt him anymore. Were those trees starting to look like people? He squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. He could feel it all flooding back. His brain felt crowded. He wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready to face it again.

closed eyes began to squeeze tighter, unwanted thoughts clouding his mind during prayer. his grasp tightening, hushed words speeding up before an abrupt stop. irises glowed a bright white hue momentarily as eyelids shot open. his breathing was shallow, his body tense and skin a little cold. he untangled his fingers from the beads, gaze trailing down to the cross on the object.

you did this, was what he wanted to say. you cursed me, you casted me aside. i am your creation and you threw me out like i meant nothing.

he heard a voice, no, was it voices? and the sound of fire in the back of his mind. it was odd. pure looked around the holy structure, seeing nothing out of place. the anxious feeling in his chest only grew, standing from his knees and stepping away from the altar. perhaps it was best to return to brutal, see if it was doing okay. with the flick of his fingers, a portal was created.

he strayed away from the fire, not wanting to get burnt or harmed tonight. his eyes drifted from various trees, smelling blood on them. he wondered if brutal caused this, who couldn't escape the forest flames, who died in to his claws.

the smell of ichor only grew stronger, leading pure to follow the scent — in hopes of leading somewhere. in hopes that this blood wasn't brutal's. but as the angel drew closer, the scent grew stronger, became familiar. it was his.

he picked up his speed, running from both the fire and after the scent. but all these trees looked the same, the blood was heavy, it was everywhere. pure looked around frantically, blue hues shimmering with worry and visible panic.