It was Rowan's story told through a weapon of battle, and Pride did not disappoint, the sentient weapon from an unknown age served as the instrument of Rowan's heart, and she gave it her all. Pride became an instrument of his Will.
The song continued, rising higher and higher, and then ebbing until there seemed to be nothing but silence and then growing again.
It was Rowan's tale that was told in a manner that resounded in the bones of his enemies and crushed them all from within.
The screams from the dying and the dead increased in pitch, but they were added to the song, becoming part of its unique flavor. A song that has never been heard since the dawn of creation was born here.
Only a being like Rowan would make a song like this. It was a shame that only his enemies could hear it.
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