A god once told me to watch my ego. I warned him that it was not ego but competence, and he would confuse those at his peril. Neither of us could see the irony. I put flowers on his grave every year. what was it that you wanted from me?
Intro Mystic energy, a walk like a stalking panther, and bionic weapons carved from the steel bones of gods. Shadows lost child, who won every battle and lost every war. A bionic assassin mage with a grieving sons face. What hell had died to reunite him with his followers? Which gods turned in shame as his chosen friends endured what he had endured to become like him? And why was he smiling at you?
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