There was pride in that statement, possessive satisfaction that transcended mere ownership.
"A Fable of betrayal, loss, and cycles of revenge..." Ku'La'Ban's wings fluttered in what might have been laughter or might have been the universe hiccupping. "Haha, come. You have much to catch up on. The current iteration is particularly amusing…Taboos have risen again, the Butchering Grounds spill more blood, and cycles of violence are about to bloom once more. If you have any ideas for how to manipulate these Fables to draw even more chaos and misery…let me know!"
They moved toward the temple together, the two groups maintaining careful separation that suggested alliance born of necessity rather than choice.
