Trigger warning: Contains violence and dark themes It doesn’t end. It never does. Even with your feet bruised and bloodied by twigs and branches left behind by those horrid trees that seem to stare do
Because their honour is deceiving, And I don't see them grieving. They weep once, then silence the dread, What was the sin of the thousands that bled? Humanity has faltered, Men are slaughtered, Blood
“In life, may I be his disciple. In death, may I honor him. In between, may I enact his will. Hail Rakneth,” I prayed, as I circled the burning fire before me. I clutched my sacrifices in my hand, pr
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