Do not pity me, mortal. Pity is for the weak, for those who still cling to the broken promises of light. I walk a path forged in betrayal, my soul a battlefield where grace and madness clash.
Do not pity me, mortal. Pity is for the weak, for those who still cling to the broken promises of light. I walk a path forged in betrayal, my soul a battlefield where grace and madness clash.