I drew the king's sword, and fate opened a path before me, one of blood and fire, strewn with thorns as ravens cried overhead. The light of the stars swirled around me, while the gods' heads lay scattered at my feet! I will sit upon a throne of bones, sword in hand, and sing the battle hymn of life and death between the Star Chasers and the Gods' Disciples!
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