“It’s a sad tale humans weave, is it not. Tragedy is all they beget, Kara.
You’ve seen it first-hand. They live to destroy. Others and themselves,” Beldazon said.
“That’s funny. The only destroyer I see here is you. Hypocrite.”
“I would prefer not to kill you, Kara. You could usher in a new world for our people.”
“A world led by you isn’t a world worth fighting for. I’ll pass, asshole.”
“Then your tale will be one of tragedy as well, it seems,” Beldazon said, approaching with his jagged toothed sword, hungry for another kill.
“I’m not afraid of you, Beldazon. You’re just like Morlana. You lost something, and it drove you mad because you were too weak to move on. I will never let a weak-willed bastard like you kill my friends or me,” Kara declared. She raised her hand toward Beldazon
