Justice

Soul-Reaper flashed dangerously, pulsing with dark energies. Se-Rok-La, the Blade That Thirsts, was a shimmering light in the young hero’s hands.

“The Ebontower is fallen,” the hero announced.

“Because of you,” hissed the Shadowlord. “You will pay for this!”

“I only return to you the destruction you brought to us!” answered the boy.

“That was justice! Your city refused me aid when I was starving, sent me to exile.”

“They remember the tyranny of the Spirit-Dwellers!”

“I will have what is mine!”

“I will have mine as well!”

All around them, the rubble of both tower and town were strewn.