The Path

SHAPED BY EVERY WORLD

Every warlord carries two natures. One is the mind. Cunning, calculated, a builder. A volcano at rest makes the land around it fertile, and a people rises in its shadow. The other is the battle spirit. It lives for the chaos, the thrill of the fight, the eruption that leaves nothing standing. Both are always in me. A force like that cannot be ignored. It is respected, feared, and hated in the same breath, and every time it rises the world gathers to tear it down.

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The Blooded

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The Young Warrior

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The Cub

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Where it all took root. Handhelds at the bus stop, worlds to disappear into — alone, and happy to be.