Sunday, October 18, 2015

After a few moments, Keon raises his head. His breathing has returned to a steady rythm and he wipes the sweat from his brow with a steady hand. The eyes he turns on his friend are still emotionless, although small lights seem to glitter in their depths. He surveys the hacked remains of their foes and shakes his head slowly.

"She wastes her people as if they are nothing but meat."

The Sorcerer nods in agreement. "To her, they are."

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