05-03-2020, 03:12 PM
Zwiche continues up the line of soldiers, reaping their skulls with impunity. His lips burst into song, and he chants the Battle-Death of the Truil as he walks forth, an inevitable force of death.
[Continue with CRIMSON REAPING, two attacks on those unworthies to the north. and activate HARVEST OF CRIES]
[Continue with CRIMSON REAPING, two attacks on those unworthies to the north. and activate HARVEST OF CRIES]