All of his people… We've captured and left to die, murdered in front of their families, slashed to minced pieces. Every three years it's all the same- nothing changes. He knows it's coming I know what's about to happen. If only I could figure out a way to hide his marking. Sonne and Luft have been slitting each other's throats for centuries. My own, Luft, always wins every battle and leave Sonne to fall. I can't bring myself to fight face to face with this man, I just can't. And I don't understand how they haven't won yet. Warriors using handmade weapons carved and molded with the little magic we have against ****ing gods able to make their magic from anything they consume. It's confusing. Why let such powerless people invade your land?