Chapter Forty: The Coming Of Fruition
John Smith was in another dreamy landscape again. Now, the world has turned into an endless graveyard. From here to there, mounds of dirt sat on top of each other. Some mounds are at the height of a foot while those others range as high as a mountain. This desolate landscape was caused by a worldwide grand scale war. The devastation and scale are unimaginable for such a history to be unearthed from the grim land that remained for millennia to come. And now, he was viewing such a scene filled with love and hope for the future.
Behind him was his contracted army of bones and in front of him was a woman holding onto a huge ax. It was such a coincidence that these memories collided with the ones within his dream. However, there was one stark difference.
