It was a thing—a powerful thing that had always been there. Waiting. Watching. Caged. And it was cold. Unending. And it tasted of ruin and wrath. It promised death and destruction. And I would unleash it, from the west to the east, laying waste to all in between.
I mean honestly good for him. He was the only one saying how fucking stupid the plan was and what do you know? It was in fact a trap. We spent 1200 pages doing fuck all and are surprised it ended badly?????? Gtfo
