As one enters the battle for his loved ones should anything stand in his way? mere man slated with the power of God. The mist, that is ever so slightly glistening as it hovers below the darkness; gathers and rises to fill the mere man. He awakens not a mere man but immortal and covered in the mystic of old. His enemies, the invisible assassins that take grip through the power of darkness in a mere mind will pursue the man in one direction yet flee in seven. The man’s battle is far from over but in the wake of God, he will survive. Only in wavering will the darkness gather against such a man. Confusion will strike and the wake of God will be lost. The battle will be lost.
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