The perpetrator of vices did not weave the fabric of life. Damascus does not belong to Slayer. He is like a snake that eats its own tail to survive. His days are numbered. He must fall like all the tyrants before him. He is being fattened for death to feed on. A lad named Heritage predicts the end of Slayer's reign of tyranny. Heritage is confident peace will be restored to the historic city of Damascus; because no known weapon is as potent as the human blood, nor will it be silenced by any warhead to be invented.