"The sun begins to rise now. My hands show no signs of my deeds, however I still feel the tingle of another’s blood upon my fingertips. A shudder of anxiety climbs my spine, the way a ranger would the side of Blackrock Mountain, assuming one ever had a reason to. I do not need a mirror to know my eyes sparkle with glee." —— An excerpt from Soryk's personal journal.
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