It's in the god's hands.

What we hold sacred is honor, justice, and glory. You need not swear allegiance to our storm god, to serve with us. Fighters are among us from many lands, with many gods and many beliefs. Believe as you will. What is between a man and his god is theirs alone to say.

I see ranks ready for battle, stretching out. Five, six horses across, ranks in formation. Endlessly.

I think we're all in Cime's army now. But never mind, the Storm God hasn't forgotten us. Heaven is no farther away than it ever was.

One man, one horse, one holocaust on demand.

This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.

Death's easy to find. If She wants you, you'll meet Her here as well as anywhere.