Agony, immeasurable and boundless, consumed my skin, my bones, and my soul. I didn’t know when I’d fallen to my knees and gathered her into my arms, but I held my amata and child tight against my chest when I threw my head back and screamed my vow of vengeance. War began. Well, I started the war, in all its unholy glory. I immersed myself in the violence, raising hordes of Ig’Morruthens and leading them into battle after battle against the gods. We won, and we lost in an endless cycle of death, but no matter how much blood I sacrificed in her name, the pain never eased. It wasn’t until I held
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