“Blade, can you end hunger? Poverty? Deformity in children? Can you heal the sick? Can you do one useful fucking thing other than destroy?” Silence. “You’re bloody useless, aren’t you?” I am the hate of a goddess made manifest. I am a Power. “You know what I think? I think she discarded you because you were useless. No, more than useless. A hindrance. A liability.” I could extinguish the sun. I could rip the world in twain. I could drown nations in rivers of blood. The stones of the gate tower trembled. “But you can’t fill one child’s empty belly, or cure a cough, or even get a stain out of
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