With the Urden’Dagg dead, there was no point or power left in them to keep fighting. But the scene before him was awful.
His conscious seemed to scream at him to turn away, to flee that place and save his innocence. Standing there, looking upon the outcome of this peoples’ actions, he felt that everything about the happenings of the past couple weeks was wrong. On so many levels, from so many viewpoints, it was all just wrong.
The words of Vexor Hulmir from the night before, while sitting together beside the firelight of their encampment, echoed again in his mind...
With purple cowl pulled over his face, and his cloak muddied with use, Neth’tek turned away from the chaos of the battle before him. Leaving his forsaken bow behind, but taking the swords of his homeland with him, he passed like a shadow into the smoke filled air. The stars and moon veiled by its ensuing presence, The Fallen slipped unseen and unnoticed out of sight of any comrade or captain. He chose his course, away from battle and treachery.
To them he was remembered only as another corpse.
The End of the War of Shadow and Light
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