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of him. The fury within was oddly familiar—much like that sickening blackness that he had felt inside him earlier in his nightmare. But that had been a dream and this was reality. If he couldn’t rely on his family to help him through the madness, he would rely on the wrath that festered in his heart to give him the motivation to endure the days that followed.
Gene eventually rose, walking over to speak with Lev. As Adam lay down to fall back asleep, his anger continued to fester within—growing into icy-hot hatred that heated his ears. Even though he was beat up and exhausted, the glow from his rage kept him from immediately falling back asleep. Part of him wanted to survive, find refuge, and continue to uncover more about the God he had begun to rediscover, to seek some sort of healing. The other part of him—the part that churned like a storming ocean of fire—wanted to survive and kill everyone who stood between him and his vengeance.
Adam hoped Sarah had died holding his children. He hoped his parents had left this world hand in hand. He hoped that wherever his family was, they wouldn’t be looking down on him as he did what he had to do. Then, as his hatred nearly filled his heart to the breaking point, a soothing rush of tranquility swept over him, his mind drifting to the last words he had spoken to his son.
No matter what happens, we are both children of a powerful and loving God. Never let the failures of men be the reason you fail to remember the real Lion of Judah.
He could almost hear his wife’s words, begging him not to go down the path of retaliation. As Adam struggled against the anger inside, he began to see the truth about the real battle that was to come. He had begun to rediscover God before his family died. Now, after their violent deaths, he had also found a thirst for vengeance.
What is the balance? Adam wondered. Where is the line between justice and revenge?
As he sought that answer within himself, the only thing he knew for certain was that the coming war would be so much more than a struggle for survival and land.
It would be a battle for his very soul.
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Tears of Fire
Eric Corsa slowed as he approached the sprawling mall at the heart of Fayetteville—a city illuminated by the midnight fires that blazed nearby at Fort Bragg. Sweat had begun to line his brow, intermixing with the winter air and chilling his forehead with a piercing headache. His muscles pleaded with him to stop and rest for a moment. Nevertheless, he focused on his years of training, pushing the pain and weariness into a vast cavern of forced indifference.
Unwilling to holster the pistol that he held with his right hand, he quickly wiped the sweat away with his left, careful not to touch the chemical burn that had cauterized the deep gash on his arm. He knew he would carry that scar for life—a small price to pay for another day.
The attack on the base a few hours earlier had been so sudden and deliberate that he had almost failed to get himself and the others to safety. Sarah had invited him to join her and her family in the large media room back at the barracks to watch Lukas step down, but Eric had declined. He had remained alone in his own room, praying for the strength to overcome the hatred that boiled within. Eric’s fight with Lukas Chambers went back years, though very few knew the truth about his life-long mission. A part of Eric wanted nothing more than to watch Lukas die, but the other part—the part of him that had found hope for something more than revenge as a young soldier on the distant battlefield—wanted peace more than he wanted Lukas’ death. Watching Lukas step down would have been a big step toward final closure for what had been done twenty-seven years ago, and Eric wanted nothing more than to be alone when that fight ended. But all his hopes that night had winked out the moment the lights overhead darkened. Eric had known immediately that his struggle to bring
Gene eventually rose, walking over to speak with Lev. As Adam lay down to fall back asleep, his anger continued to fester within—growing into icy-hot hatred that heated his ears. Even though he was beat up and exhausted, the glow from his rage kept him from immediately falling back asleep. Part of him wanted to survive, find refuge, and continue to uncover more about the God he had begun to rediscover, to seek some sort of healing. The other part of him—the part that churned like a storming ocean of fire—wanted to survive and kill everyone who stood between him and his vengeance.
Adam hoped Sarah had died holding his children. He hoped his parents had left this world hand in hand. He hoped that wherever his family was, they wouldn’t be looking down on him as he did what he had to do. Then, as his hatred nearly filled his heart to the breaking point, a soothing rush of tranquility swept over him, his mind drifting to the last words he had spoken to his son.
No matter what happens, we are both children of a powerful and loving God. Never let the failures of men be the reason you fail to remember the real Lion of Judah.
He could almost hear his wife’s words, begging him not to go down the path of retaliation. As Adam struggled against the anger inside, he began to see the truth about the real battle that was to come. He had begun to rediscover God before his family died. Now, after their violent deaths, he had also found a thirst for vengeance.
What is the balance? Adam wondered. Where is the line between justice and revenge?
As he sought that answer within himself, the only thing he knew for certain was that the coming war would be so much more than a struggle for survival and land.
It would be a battle for his very soul.
C hapter T wo
Tears of Fire
Eric Corsa slowed as he approached the sprawling mall at the heart of Fayetteville—a city illuminated by the midnight fires that blazed nearby at Fort Bragg. Sweat had begun to line his brow, intermixing with the winter air and chilling his forehead with a piercing headache. His muscles pleaded with him to stop and rest for a moment. Nevertheless, he focused on his years of training, pushing the pain and weariness into a vast cavern of forced indifference.
Unwilling to holster the pistol that he held with his right hand, he quickly wiped the sweat away with his left, careful not to touch the chemical burn that had cauterized the deep gash on his arm. He knew he would carry that scar for life—a small price to pay for another day.
The attack on the base a few hours earlier had been so sudden and deliberate that he had almost failed to get himself and the others to safety. Sarah had invited him to join her and her family in the large media room back at the barracks to watch Lukas step down, but Eric had declined. He had remained alone in his own room, praying for the strength to overcome the hatred that boiled within. Eric’s fight with Lukas Chambers went back years, though very few knew the truth about his life-long mission. A part of Eric wanted nothing more than to watch Lukas die, but the other part—the part of him that had found hope for something more than revenge as a young soldier on the distant battlefield—wanted peace more than he wanted Lukas’ death. Watching Lukas step down would have been a big step toward final closure for what had been done twenty-seven years ago, and Eric wanted nothing more than to be alone when that fight ended. But all his hopes that night had winked out the moment the lights overhead darkened. Eric had known immediately that his struggle to bring
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