You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn.
"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.
When the balance is restored, people get hurt.
Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.
Everyone prepares for battle in his own way.
Gods have bloody hands.