On a desolate battlefield, one black-robed reaper stands amid the fallen, a scythe raised high as souls drift upward, bathed in pale silver light. The heavy shadows and swirling clouds in the dark background add to the ominous mood, with the only color coming from the fading glow of life departing
Thank you very much for participating in the "π§π»ββοΈπ»ππ€ SUPERNATURAL π€ππ»π§π»ββοΈ" challenge in the "π§π»βπ» SUPERNATURAL CHAT ROOM π»π§π»β". We look forward to seeing you in the next challenge! Suggestions welcome!π Here is the link to the results of the challenge: