The sun does not abandon the moon to darkness.

Am I your weakness?""Of course you are.

The rhythm of fraught footsteps and fervent heartbeat orchestrated a symphony of anticipation and dread.

This was a Darkness born of fire.

Light or Death!

From now until eternity meets its end, you will walk by faith and not by sight.

Such a distant, forgotten thing, this Light.

War is an infidel; it holds no loyalties, neither to king nor countryman. She is a whore, selling herself to the highest bidder. Victory is bought in blood and steel.