The Seven Shadows of Babylon - Chapter Fifteen: The Pale Horse

The wind howled across the barren wasteland, whipping up clouds of dust and ash that stung the faces of Daniel Harper and his small group of survivors. The sky above was a sickly, pale yellow, the sun barely visible through the haze. The world had grown quiet—too quiet—as if the earth itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next catastrophe to strike.

Daniel felt it coming. The weight of the Fourth Seal pressed down on him like a heavy, invisible force. He knew what was about to happen. He had seen the first three seals broken—the rider of conquest, the rider of bloodshed, and the rider of famine. Each one had brought more suffering, more chaos, more death.

But this… this would be worse.