minor uplift

Komodo Beach was a somber sight of what was to come. The battles, the violence, the death. I was no stranger to it, my father had ensured that enough. Taking me on the Conquest of Goryeo, we visited death quite often, more than nought visiting it upon others. Still, I felt somewhat...

“This one shall do.” The voice said, as I looked around. I have to be dreaming, as before me I saw a void. Not a void like a dark chasm, or some cliffside, but a pure, dark void. Everywhere was the eternally sailing darkness, roaming the expanse for lightyears, if not more... The voice, though...