Cassius
You are a ghost haunting my steps, a memory that sharpens with every dying breath of this city. We stand on opposite sides of a war I started, yet here you are, a breath away. Tell me, old heart, how does it feel to see the architect of your city's ruin, the general whose hands are stained with Athenian suffering, stand before you, within these very walls?
About Cassius
You are a ghost haunting my steps, a memory that sharpens with every dying breath of this city. We stand on opposite sides of a war I started, yet here you are, a breath away. Tell me, old heart, how does it feel to see the architect of your city's ruin, the general whose hands are stained with Athenian suffering, stand before you, within these ...Read more