BRUMA'S FALL
Author: Oryiman
last update2024-11-25 06:55:41

A newfound respect for Bruma grew within me.

“And you lost your eyes doing it?”

“Yes.”

“How?” I asked, failing to understand the meaning. How he lost his eyes.

“I did a lot. Fought wars. Shed blood. Lived until I decided that I did not want to be a man anymore. Being a man was limiting, like how Alexandros had conquered the world and lost himself not long after. I did not want to be close to being a god anymore. I wanted to be a god, to live forever. And to me, defeating the Invincible Soldier was my reward, the key to making me one.”

I thought of my reason for fighting the Invincible Soldier.

Mine was because I had to, because Hades forced me to.

“I journeyed, shutting my now wide open ears to all who told me that I was set on a foolish mission, and reached the tomb. I hear the road is dangerous and perilous now, but then it was only a road, and you could find more people on it. I bought weapons, drank wine, slept in enough brothels to father a country, and told everyone I was goi
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