remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
He gave her a nod, acceptance of the terms, formalities, and sequencing – grounding his weight into the earth, ready and eager for whatever she sent his way. He wasn’t certain of how she’d been prospering in terms of growth either: knowing full well the effects Caido seemed to have on their Abandoned prowess: emergence of prosperities even if they were looked upon as naught more than savages. Ah, but fire was familiar, and he might’ve smirked, smiled, as the flames came his way. He raised his palms, and remained otherwise unmoving, rooted to the spot in concentration and daring as the cinders volleyed – catching them in the air, mastered contortions conspiring, whirling, and gratifying, the semblance of smoke, fumes, and ash in his wake. Scorches and echoes of the FireSword blistered in his existence, and within a breath, he’d drawn the fury of the fire’s presence wider, bigger, stronger; an expansion of devastation and ruin. He clenched his jaw in memories from past seasons, saw monster’s teeth somewhere in the midst, and then hurled, harpooned it back towards the Penumbra, eager to see what she’d come up with in retaliation.
out for vengeance
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