In solitude there lies the dormant essence of a once great man.
Long ago was he worshipped as God.
Granting immortality to those deemed worthy of his gift.
Chained with magic he was cast into exile.
For centuries I searched and now observe the realm in which he slumbers.
I paw at iced earth exposing his tomb.
My bloodied fingers claw at his coffin.
I kneel before him and bask in his presence.
Blood runs from my veins.
My life, a sacrifice for the revival of my fallen master…
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