He watched down from the Dark Tower of Mythland, down at the now ruined and abandoned empire. Blood Sheep roamed every inch of Mythland, cracks and ravines in the ground due to the rapture bent around buildings and pathways. He knew for a fact that at the very least, most of the emperors and citizens had either died or fled because of the Rapture. Bratwurst liked the way the Empires looked now, all shattered and broken apart from their original glory. His eyes tracked every bit of movement below, his glowing red eyes darting to something almost every millisecond. ~ Soon, he chose to spread his wings before gliding down to the empire below. He landed near the Blood Circle, glancing around at all the Blood Sheep and being careful not to fall in any of the small but long ravines while he walked. He made is way around the empire, making sure that no one was here. And if someone was..- they'd not be here for long.

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