Making A Plan
It was standing before them with a sinister presence was it rage? Was it the gaps in power? Akuji’s whole body felt oppressed by this foreign presence. Had he killed them, were they all dead now? Akuji’s eyes glimpsed at the graveyard. “To believeth yond I bethought thee wouldst nev'r beest a problem. I wroteth thee off as unimp'rtant and thee has't been a th'rn anon in mine own side. Who is't art thee very much m'rtal? I shall killeth thee f'r setting me backeth and p'rhaps from thy c'rpses mine own strength shall riseth.” (To believe that I thought you would never be a problem. I wrote you off as unimportant and you have been a thorn now in my side. Who are you really mortal? I will kill you for setting me back and perhaps from your corpses, my strength will rise.) It touched its c
- Writer
