Legion of One

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silence. it ebbed at his mind and devoured the countenance of the behemoth. he had decided as to the course of action he was birthed to take; and that was the role of leadership. Valhalla could not handle him as their leader--his people were a strong one. Valhalla was not a emblem of power (in his mind) and so he sought to strengthen it. Though, it would not be from the inside that he would do such a thing. No, no--it would be from the outside as an 'ally' but also as an expectant one. his sister needed to raise her kingdom into the power it deserved and lord knows the others would be far happier with her leadership bereft of his sway. it was time.

The man would finally have his kingdom. something he had been promised since birth--and he would be breeding the finest warriors in Alacritia. Not because he wanted to, simply put, because he could. Inhaling the chilled fall air sharply the Arkhos would relinquish a summons--a calling and a demand that those ready for a change come and they make due with preparations for a brighter purpose.

"Speech!".