Steel. Blood. Fear. Evil. Purity. Love. Purpose. Death.
Chaos and confusion did not exist. Each and every soul knew their duty and place. White against Black. By sight of Dragoneye, the spin and clash could be seen unending. The vast walls, breached, held back, destroyed over and over again. From heights that seemed to defy reality, he fought on, his hammer bellowing, wailing; voices that met it begged mercy and the swiftness of a clean death, but never once did it come close to such forgiveness.
Scores of levels below, I carried out my masters bidding. Then a cry rang out, clear as if the grounds held not a living person, empty as the Plains of Kardarn. I turn my gaze, and watched as the lines shattered. In an instant, Black met White as they tried to protect what we held dear. Time, we did not have enough of. I knew what had to be done. Ride I did, up into the clouds, over the slain and living. When the deafening sound of his hammer could not be withstood, I slung the mighty Horn of Narrows and made it known to the world below and above. He stopped to look at me and knew my purpose there. Breaking into a run, decimating all that stood in his path, he leaped up into the heavens, against grey skies, to red, White and Black below. His hammer struck the ground, and from where I stood, I watched the earth part beneath his might, foes of White sent to the Under-realm.
I knew She was safe.
Orius Kryptos 56th Line
2029 BC
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