Hmm…I never thought I would be one to link words to such a blade. The blade of my chosen, the heralds of war, and the champions of blood. Such defacing of a sacred relic disgusts me to my furnace of my heart. Yet Murdok's prophecies have been wrong. He peered beyond the veils further than any of us. His emerald gaze pierced through the facade of time, and beyond that curtain, he saw a time with my body suspended from chains.
Trapped in some dark labyrinth, and bound by chains carved from the bones of the god of such prophecies. Murdok's body shall hold me prisoner to the whims of a single mortal. The goddess of war, I, Bellona, being used as a siphon to fuel that same mortal's kingdom. Tall walls he shall erect to keep me trapped and to keep those out who would even dream of usurping my strength from him.
