There is an army at my door. They have come for my head. They seem to have heard what I did and imediately chose violence. They are like animals. I was hoping to find suitable replacements for their rulers before eliminating them. I suppose that will have to wait. Snow agrees they must have justice for what they have done. But we both agree, good soldiers shouldn't have to die for those people. I shall offer them life and kill from the top down. I truly hope most choose life. But I know better. People are stubborn and will die before they truly think.
I strike at the rise of the sun. I have told them this. They scamper like ants beneath me hoping to put up a fight. They all believe they can win. They have no idea how wrong they are.
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The Formless
Fantastikthe life of a mysterious species and his life in ardonia Also the art is by cloudless who is of course the best
