In a field of dying land, a man lay limply on the ground, covered in blood and ash. His pale skin stained hues of deep red, and covered in black veins of decay.

His eyes are closed, his expression calm, as if he were peacefully sleeping. On his back, two disgustingly twisted broken bones protrude from his skin, splintered off into fragments on the ground. Where wings had once been, burnt to ash and split apart as he fell…