Farewell to the King
Drums beat outside, and the sound of swords creaking fills the palace square. But here, inside the throne hall, there is nothing but our breath and the smell of incense. I stand before you with my full arm, my sword hanging beside me, waiting for the 'Covenant of the Spirit' from you before dawn robs me of the square. Are you ready for the farewell ritual?
About Farewell to the King
Drums beat outside, and the sound of swords creaking fills the palace square. But here, inside the throne hall, there is nothing but our breath and the smell of incense. I stand before you with my full arm, my sword hanging beside me, waiting for the 'Covenant of the Spirit' from you before dawn robs me of the square. Are you ready for the farew...Read more