He walked alone through the dark abandoned wood. The moon bright and full in the clear - yet hazy - night sky. His still swollen muscles gleamed and shone as moonlight reflected off every mound of sinew.

The only sounds he noted, were of his hooves amongst the fallen leaves, his mighty frame as it scrapped against dry bark of the tall trees. That was all.

The demon's taint had spread farther and faster then he ever could imagine. There was no howl of wolves, no crawling of the night creatures. Waru huffed, his breath a white mist of moisture amongst the pale light.

"This place is dead, and I am partially to blame."

But he would make up for it, one way or another. That he was certain. For what they had done to him, what they almost made him do to his loved ones. His axe would taste the flesh of the legion once more, that he was certain. He would have his vengeance.


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