"Guards rushed in after him, stabbing him in the back, and yet all he did was stare me in the face with a wicked smile... I remember it clearly; it made my skin crawl... it was as if the Fallen itself was staring into my soul, and not its Vessel... and I had no idea who he even was at that point.
He didn't draw his blade... so I glanced at my people to let him go; after all, the blood he was covered in was his own." The King looked at his wife and took her hand. Sighing, he continued the story.
"He had come in peace, with no intention of fighting, and I believed him; after all, if he was here to bring death, the time to start wouldn't be in the room with a Breaker. So I heard what he had to say."
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"The world's going to fall," Cain said, smirking, as the last spear retreated from his back. With blood flowing on the ground, he slowly made his way towards the throne, no one looking away.
