Charak was no fool he knew Byron was only going to be the first of many, unrest was brewing back in the capital and they chose him as the target. The question was why? Why not his sister the acting leader of that fight the champion of champions, Charak doubted. No he knew his sister was still at the head of the family there was no way she would allow those useless fuckwits defeat her. She was strong there was no arguing that.

Suddenly, a rush of memories filled him. Memories he had long pushed out. That he thought he would never need again. Memories of a prophecy, the knowledge of the worlds end and the events that ended the gods and marked the world with its never ending curse, the eternal fight. Memories Charak truly did not care about, that damned owl if she ever comes back it won't be for very long. The war was beginning it seemed. The gash must be bubbling again, a new war. The end of the age of the flesh, the beginning of whatever else was to be decreed by them.