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An endless river of bodies lie in the wake of ambition.

Heavy is the head.

A lightless world
a silent reign
two sightless eyes
feed on your pain.

The seeds of greatness are planted in darkness,
Watered by suffering,
Tended by desperation,
And bloom steel flowers of victory.

Pain brings clarity.

The roots take hold within...

For none of us are as cruel as all of us.

Remaining unseen, the Dishonoured Assassin struck
only in the depths of the harshest sandstorms.

"The ice seared his naked feet
As the lightning stilled his heart,
But it was the flames upon his lover's face
That roused him to vengeance."
- From 'The Three Dragons' by Victario of Sarn