seventh blood.

[deathwarder]

[ Deathwing opens up this particular entry with a somber tone. After journeying for several days, he stands on the outskirts of Paradisa's domain, the very edge of the world. Looking over it with not a hint of trepidation, just determination, he quirks a small, sad smile. ]

I'm not one for religion. Gods can't save me where I've gone. Gods are the

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[thelifemeddler]

[He's watching this, of course. Always watching. He eyes the journal with suspicion as Deathwing makes his stance known. Though Alexstrasza told him some of his intent, he is forever skeptical of the traitor. He hates how even in his so-called sacrifice, Deathwing decides it appropriate to brush against Krasus' mind, to leave his words there. He's not wanted. Doesn't he understand? Even little things like that make Krasus feel Deathwing's power, and his first instinct is to resist the words in his head. He could so easily place a nightmare there...

But he doesn't. Deathwing's words are eerie in their gentleness, though he knows if he fails in his mission, there will be hell to pay.

He refuses to return any greeting. There's only a sense of acknowledgment (and more than slight annoyance at the invasion of his privacy), and then he lets Deathwing go as he will. It feels very strange, not to pursue him... not to rally the armies and send them against the fallen Earthwarder.

Maybe Krasus can begin to heal, too.]