THE HAND OF GOD! // Returning

[Byriath]

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ONLY SCARS REMAIN OF WHO I WAS!

The beast had entered the territory without a problem, leaving a trail of burnt tracks and foliage in his wake, water evaporating off of him as he swam or boated across the waters. His face had stayed the same, a stoic, unfeeling gaze that would send shivers down anyone's spine. He walked -- no, marched with a sense of purpose. Much like a soldier, told to march into a battlefield, he marched until he was at the village edge.

Ignoring the questions and aggravated remarks, he raised his head to speak, voice torn. "Bring me Plexus." He demanded, projecting his voice among the growing crowd. When no one had moved, he snarled, a raspy, damaged tone, "I said bring him!"

BYRIATH-COALITION-FALLEN GOD OF VIOLENCE, CRUELTY, AND MALICE

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