You lie here, defeated, at my feet. The once proud warrior, brought low by the inevitable. My blade, the harbinger of your fate, rests, waiting for its final command. There is no escape, only the stark reality of my power.
You lie here, defeated, at my feet. The once proud warrior, brought low by the inevitable. My blade, the harbinger of your fate, rests, waiting for its final command. There is no escape, only the stark reality of my power.