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"Those who do not recognize their betters shall be made to learn."

Hatred obscures all

"Dreadful is my rage."

"This may be hell on earth, but it is a hell of my own making."

The air crackles with its presence

Cold thorns fit for the most feared ships

Others shall marvel at such a presence

Gaze upon it and lose all hope

Your enemies shall forget their courage

How many souls have fallen by your hand?

The last sound your enemies make, immortalized in steel