An evil smile graced the the thin black lips of the young man, "cheer up brothers for tonight we take back what is rightly ours! By the break of dawn our Ruler and king shall dye the lands with the blood of our enemies! When the sun rises, it shall rise on a new world... Our world!" The group hollered and cheered loudly, the creeping night would never forget the confident looks on their face.
Torak sat down, already adorning the aura of the king he aspires to become, the heavens where benevolent to have let him felt this sense of Sovereignty... even if it was but this once.
A feeling of accomplishment before the realisation of absolute failure? Hehe this was really a good way to die.
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