Vesalius’ Study Halls
“The way of the wicked will perish”
Ominous clouds loomed overhead as the dark streets began to stir with activity, signaling the arrival of a new day. The thrill of the chase had him on edge as he watched the shadowy figures scurrying through the night, always one step ahead. He knew it was only a matter of time before they made their move and he would need every bit of his skill and training if he hoped to outrun them.
“Break their chains and cast away their cords”
Gliding through the shadows with silent grace, his feet barely touching the ground, he felt his blood begin to race in anticipation. His senses were alert, every nerve tingling with excitement as adrenaline pumped through his veins. As if sensing his presence, one of the figures turned and looked directly at him, their eyes glowing with an eerie, unearthly light.
With a low growl, he lunged towards them, ready to unleash all of his fury upon those who dared to threaten him. In that moment there was no doubt that only death awaited those who threatened him and those who stood in his way would meet their fate by his hand. The darkness had come for him and nothing would stop its march towards domination.
