Flectere Si Nequeo Superos..

[Kaze]

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The death of an Empire. And who was she in all of this? Hell? Death? The Pale Horse? Or the Scythe that it carried? She didn't knew. Maybe she was just one of the many victims it came to claim. Maybe she was the rider, that brought hell in its wake. Her mind finally reached a conclusion. She was to be neither beast or victim. She was to be one of the monsters.

And the Empire to die would be Gallia.

That was what her mind drew and grasped. She also knew very well that in Steiner's head it was the very opposite. That the Empire to die would be Bretonia. Be it not, it was a sign that he spoke those words. It only steeled her resolve. Everything and anything that she could do, she would. And woe to those that would stand in her path.

With a lot said with very few words, she nodded in silence and left the room, ready to return to the Ark Royal and ready to start a new path. Woe indeed. Woe to those that chose to stand in path of the Pale Horse. Woe to those that were caught in it's wake. Woe to those that were within it's reach.

For the Scythe was released at last.

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[08:11 PM] Dusty Lens said: Well in that case. NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKE & #SAVAGE & #STORIES