The blood before me,
Eyes wide in terror and shock.
Why me? What reason?

The Dragon of Selen is,
a snake by another name.

Larger and deadlier,
it still bites the hand that feeds it.

With a life taken,
More is taken away.
Every move of a chess piece
Brings us to less ease.

But still it lives,
And Darkness it gives,
The alliance of them and us.

An Alliance that had gone neglected,
Between Allies that were once connected.
That younglings only knew as lore,
Has been shattered to its very core.

By Wun's hand, in one decisive blow,
Two juggernauts threatened to row.
A war avoided by the shallowest breath
Over the loss of Tarentae's Angel of Death.

We thought the dark days were past
But truly they’ve only barely begun
When friend strikes down friend
The death of Telona will hurt us all

Wuntila betrayed the departed
And now there is no stability
Will Tarentum destroy the Arcona
Or can the three come together again

“Hades”

The friendship of many
Is as fragile as the body of one.

The hatred of one
Is stronger than Oblivion’s inexorable song.