My ancestor
The battle had been fierce and sanguinary. Dead bodies all over but the most remarkable body was that of a giant with long dark beards that lay on the ground and soak in his blood. His death made the soldiers stood still for a while. He was a cold blooded soldier who had terrified kingdoms for years. He was feared and legends portrayed him as a son of the god of war. He just died in the hands of the Salvar Benedict of Syrusis. Tom saw Salvar standing over his body, breathing hard after a fierce battle of the generals. The soldiers knew the war was over because the Great Taras had fallen. Their morals deadened, zeal and synergy evaporated and vulnerability took over. Tom saw Salvar holding a sword, stained with blood which tickled. Tom frowned. He recognized the sword. That was
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