“Retreat, and we can stop with all this bloodshed.” “I could say the same thing,” their leader said, though we both knew that neither was going to relent. “Tell me the name of the man I will kill.” “Erefiel Numyana.” The akar nodded. “I am Sun’Ra, son of Muktow. Warlord of all akar.” And with that, he got into a low stance, his shield at the ready and cudgel in hand. I had heard of the name before; Muktow. But at that moment, my mind was too muddled with war to ponder more on it. I leered at his umbral weapon and discerned its properties. It was the complete opposite of mine.
