He watched her go, observing her passage until she simply vanished. The grass barely even seemed to move.
And now he was left alone, with the shimmering Grace. Did it know anything of them, he wondered. Of what he did. The little sprites were everywhere, even within the holy mausoleum. One couldn't be rid of them.
Not yet, at least. Oh, he longed for the day when the lands would be renewed. It would be soon.
And every knight that spilled blood in service to the Mohgwyn Dynasty might hasten its arrival.
He turned to the east and knelt, the brand upon his forehead flaring with burning heat. His course was set. Oh, it would be agony. But it was required of him now. And that made any pain a sweetness, to be joyfully accepted.
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And now he was left alone, with the shimmering Grace. Did it know anything of them, he wondered. Of what he did. The little sprites were everywhere, even within the holy mausoleum. One couldn't be rid of them.
Not yet, at least. Oh, he longed for the day when the lands would be renewed. It would be soon.
And every knight that spilled blood in service to the Mohgwyn Dynasty might hasten its arrival.
He turned to the east and knelt, the brand upon his forehead flaring with burning heat. His course was set. Oh, it would be agony. But it was required of him now. And that made any pain a sweetness, to be joyfully accepted.