John F. Kennedy thwarts an assassination attempt on November 22, 1963, by firing an arrow straight through the scope of the would-be assassin's rifle, killing him instantly.
A hooded wraith treads the veins of a dying world, his blade a whisper, his fire a wound. The beast stirs, crowned in ruin, wings of decay unfurled. The void watches. The abyss hungers. Only one will bleed.