# 258
I see now that the embers of battle have yet to be extinguished.
Within me, the wish to spill blood cries out. The sight of broken corpses piled beneath my feet. The mountains of death.
I have abandoned that indulgence.
Take your violence to those who can defend against violence.
Struck the weak and the powerless, turn the war into a slaughter, and my sword will be pointed at your direction.
Venture within the woods and the wilderness itself would turn against you.
Within me, the wish to spill blood cries out. The sight of broken corpses piled beneath my feet. The mountains of death.
I have abandoned that indulgence.
Take your violence to those who can defend against violence.
Struck the weak and the powerless, turn the war into a slaughter, and my sword will be pointed at your direction.
Venture within the woods and the wilderness itself would turn against you.