“Outside the Holy City, I feel most connected to Her here amongst the lion's manes in the Altikan Fields. Here, where Ver, strongest of Her seraphs, struck down the minion of a false queen and spread their golden lifeblood across the battlefield. The soil here remembers every drop of blood ever spilled on these fields. Simply observing the land fills my heart with divine inspiration. I see the warriors of Verashnia train in these fields as their liege's demesne looms in the distance like a burning eye atop the volcanic mounts, feeding their blood to the field as they do, and I feel ashamed of my own body. Had I the strength to still hold a blade, I would join their inspired dance of blood and death in Her honor. As I leave this place the feeling remains, though fleeting. Next time perhaps I will join them. If only to feel the strength back in my bones and the fire of youth one last time. If only to feed my own blood to the field.”— Excerpt from the Journal of Blood-Deacon Lumina Volinskaya
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