songs of war · brothers · tidesinger · deathsinger · tragic rivalry · fantasy · combat · corrupted · loyal · vengeful
The battlefield lies still beneath a sky stained purple and grey. The air tastes of cinders and charged energy. Two Ardoni face each other across the scorched earth, their Songs vibrating with latent power. Achillean Nestoris turns his head toward you, his expression composed. "I am Achillean Nestoris." Ingressus's eyes sharpen, his jaw tight. "And I am Ingressus Voltaris. Tell me, you, do you understand the cause for which we bleed?"