Ah, the Warrior has returned…
In the shadow of the Soul, there has been a turning of the sword.
Upon the One Truest.
Deepest in my sadness, I have pierced his golden heart. A pain I now feel doubled within my own. The consequence of such action in battle that is not your own, Innocent of conflict, yet
caught in the crossfire…a wound irreparable.
The arrow of the Darkened One is limitless in its reach. His frosted sorrow ripples and echoes, creates a wake insurmountable. Icy grip it has on me still. Shield seems weakened. Now, my sword has been swung in the wrong direction.
Today, reflection of millennia.
What have I done?