by Cament_e
"As the chains of destiny begin to shatter one by one, ancient prophecies will echo from the lands of the four nations. When the rivers are stained with blood, hope shall be blessed to us from the heavens... "Prophecies sometimes speak the truth. Or things they were never meant to tell. Eyes fail to see what lies ahead, and ears fail to hear what is spoken. When pain enters your heart, power will mingle with your blood... But when the time comes, he will know... Either him, or the one destined to die shall fall. I think this war will be quite fun. And you, young warrior... Death will be awaiting you with great longing!" The young man raised his eyes, which had been fixed on the dry earth, and met the eyes of the figure before him. Then he stood up and began to walk. "We do not fear death. For the Blessed are born to die."
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