Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.
"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning that crackles from his gaze.
Every man heals himself.
What would the world be without him, and those like him?
So some will be left who remember.
Use him wisely. Few have been given such a weapon by the gods or Fates before.