Tharn Eyes sullen with loss, disembodied he wanders the wastes.
Three headed elil – Frith, Ahrairah, Inlé.
Baying for our heed. Cloying at our arms. Eyes wet with tears.
But we will not cry for you… we will not cry for you…
We march in atrophy his hands still claw and swoon.
Sombre we tread in quiet regress. Amidst the fallen – friend and fetid foe – their blood smears as one. And so our cause is whole, warrens yawn wide. Engulf us all in tow…
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