Gods and men honor those who have fought in battle.
It is upon each soul to recognize its limit.
"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.
So some will be left who remember.
You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.
The two stallions, the silver and the black, represent the equine god (whomsoever horses pray to) in this ritual so ancient that no one knows what god to thank.