"Who is the traitor... no, why? I know very well who the traitor is, what a disgrace..."
Warcroft hunched on his seat with an exasperated gaze.
His stare loomed to the frame of a woman on top of the chimney, the great view of a semi-naked lady whose eyes stared directly on his way, as if piercing his soul, that's how she always was, not the most beautiful, but with a ravishing body, always willing to please her man.
He had understood why humans regard 'love' as something important; there is nothing he had desired more than to travel to the Earth and take this woman for himself before anyone else did, claim her soul and her entire being... go back in time and stop the moment when she was taken away from him with the sword.
