Strike me down, call me weak—it’s fine. But when I rise from the ashes, vengeance will walk with me, and even your gods will hide their faces. Then you’ll know: I was never the prey. I was the reckoning.
Strike me down, call me weak—it’s fine. But when I rise from the ashes, vengeance will walk with me, and even your gods will hide their faces. Then you’ll know: I was never the prey. I was the reckoning.
