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.

With every fall of the sun and rise of the moon, I can hear it. The Prophecy. It echoes through the halls of time. It is written on the surface of every star. Even the sun and moon cannot withhold the news of the second coming. I hear it. And I fear it.

Light or Death!

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.