Your technique is magnificent. When cut across the neck, a sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say. I'd always hoped to cut someone like that someday, to hear that sound.
I am bolstering my defenses and preparing for the war. I can't evade the feeling of impending doom. Well, it's more than a feeling, it's guaranteed. Wait for the day. The moment, when the walls come crashing down.
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