"Beneath the moon's light, a tale of sorrow spun," Noah's moist eyes stayed glued to the face as his hands searched for other 'materials'. Words that resonated with his soul came to his mouth as if they were waiting to be sung.
"A lover's flame extinguished, a life undone."
By the time the 'face' was given long wavy hair, more than half of the people were dead.
"What is happening? Why isn't he dead?"
The disciples panicked, seeing the boy coming closer and closer to them. His lunatic-like actions and expression did not ease their fears at all.
"We should run! He has already killed two elders and only-"
*Swish!*
Before the boy could even complete his words, he flew in the air while his blood condensed in the perfect shape of lips that could even draw the attention of a dead person.
"In the echoes of the silent plea, shadows fill the night,"
