Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching determination and unswerving devotion, the hurricane pauses and calms. Its ravings turn to mutters.
I don't want to be any closer to the gods than death will bring me.
Time is so...fluid where I live
What wastrel mankind destroyed takes time for nature to put to rights.
For me, myth is the 'common' language of us all.
Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.