Chapter 21: The Devil in the Mirror

“When vengeance wore my face, even the sky forgot how to pray.”

The wind no longer whispered. It screamed.

Ash fell like snow across the skeletal ruins of what was once the Holy Land, and silence reigned like a tyrant where prayers once rose. Blackened trees bent like mourners, and rivers ran dry beneath skies choked with smoke. The bones of cities jutted…