The weight of my ancestors pain hangs heavily on my heart. Though I try to hide behind the courage of my convictions, the past haunts me like an old ghost chained to my present. I hold tight in this relic black church, clutching to the only light left in this long darkness. The moans grow closer each day, guided by the whispers of my lost insecurities. I find no solice in memories of past victories over the Ogbin's nightmares, tonight the touch is closer than its ever been. I give myself willingly, guided by a path laced with blood far beyond my comprehension. It ends today. Calibrin looks aimlessly to find me, his power given in a moment of desperation to end a centuries long war. He arrived in a state of pure obedience, not ever questioning the orders given by a master he doesn't understand. I hear his footsteps coming up the cobblestone walkway,...