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:: He is majestic, hovering above the capital building of Khandaq. At long last he has returned home. He swells with pride and looks out over his people. They are starving and they are tired, but there is much work to do. So much horror has been wrought upon these poor people, his subjects. Never again. How many centuries has he waited to see this moment? How much has he been made to suffer so that fate could return him here. The memory of leaving this place, in shame, comes back to him. His wife. His child. Butchered. No, never again. Khandaq is free and their true leader is here. He is, again, the Monarch of Khandaq and no one, not even the JSA and their watered down sense of justice, will see that end. ::