Amon Seth: Fury of the Damned
The day has come – counting I have long wanted. The traitor who once called me a brother will soon be a whisper in the void. His soul, the last prize in my holiday of revenge.
Asgarth streets circled red, shouts of feeble swimming through the swabs of damn. They escaped, but how is it ahead of the shadow? I haunted them like a night, my damned blade drinks deeply, and my war staff slammed with gathered souls.
Their skulls crashed under my anger, and their body fed with beasts lurking in the abyss. The city that once sang my praise was now in ruins – ashes and echoes of betrayal.
But when I stood among the slaughter, the choice of choice on me. Should I rebuild this kingdom of liars and rule as his murky sovereign? Or maybe I should disappear into the abyss, leading my cursed legion to fresh wars, fresh conquests, fresh souls to devour?
Revenge is never really saturated. Hunger is growing. Fury is crazy.
The damn ones never rest.
This is preparing the scene of the next Amon Seth movement – his war is far from the end.
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