Within moments he was roaring his pleasure. Nothing these men did could touch him. He was a destroyer, a… — Brandon Sanderson
Within moments he was roaring his pleasure. Nothing these men did could touch him. He was a destroyer, a conqueror, a glorious maelstrom of death. A god.
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