silverlotus

Moments ago, blood soaked the battlefield where he had stood, cascading like a river from the mound of bodies he had left in his wake. Under the shroud of a darkened sky and a dim moon, his laughter pierced the night as he looked upwards, his horns glinting defiantly despite the absence of light.

And now?
Decades after his demise, he found himself once more in that very field, his rage burning within him as fiercely as the flames he once wielded.

[Warning: Anger levels surpassing threshold. Prepare for shock. Countdown: 3... 2... 1...]

"Argh!!"

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