[Cards] Mourningsteel Half Plate (Patreon)

He grinned, spitting the last bit of blood from his mouth onto the corpse of the solar. A ragged chuckle bubbled up once more. Despite the pain that racked his body, he knew that it paled in comparison to the agony felt by the thousands left for dead after their "holy" wars. After all his suffering, he had finally found solace in the face of this slain angel: a twisted morsel of irony for the clergy claiming that salvation is a gift of the celestials.