I gave him a task
I gave him a sanctuary
I gave him a blueprint
He corrupted a god
Tore down the walls
Broke the templar
I believe it was a ruse
Not to fight the queen
but to fight the templar
and that night
he burned with the fury of a thousand suns
And the world was gone
But that hag
That webspinner
She still lurks
We still do not trust her
Somewhere
An army sleeps.
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