
Die Geschichte
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He died the way he lived: face down on a battlefield whose name he had already forgotten, three arrows in his chest, having managed to kill the man who put them there. It was a good death. Clean. Honest. The Blood God did not ask before dragging him back.
For four centuries he was the god's blade in the mortal world, until a terrified boy on the wrong side of a line drove a sword into his gut and asked, with real pity, why he didn't just die. He pulled the blade free, handed it back, told the boy to go home, and stood alone on the field for a very long time. That night the god's shrines burned.
He didn't rage. He simply woke up the next morning, decided he was done, and started walking in the wrong direction. The first champion sent after him was ancient and enormous; it was dead before noon. The road behind him is paved with demigods and cursed warlords now. He was owed a rest a long time ago, and he means to collect it, even if collecting means killing a god.
Geformt vom oben genannten Studio. Gedruckt in Kroatien von Vault of Delights.
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