Speak to a weapon of blood and fire, and it will know them as well as any other--know it better than bonds of love and joy. The scent perforated his being, and brought that aspect to awareness. Abstractly aware of it but nothing further, he continued to move forward.
Footsteps running beckoned nearby, and the Variant halted finally, eyes searching the room. Blood and fire, and now small footsteps. It was as if the Conflict had come back to haunt.
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Speak to a weapon of blood and fire, and it will know them as well as any other--know it better than bonds of love and joy. The scent perforated his being, and brought that aspect to awareness. Abstractly aware of it but nothing further, he continued to move forward.
Footsteps running beckoned nearby, and the Variant halted finally, eyes searching the room. Blood and fire, and now small footsteps. It was as if the Conflict had come back to haunt.
He couldn't think of it. He couldn't think.