[center][color=00aeef]"War is a terrible thing, a horrible vile thing but it is my life!"[/color][/center]

[center]an ancient transcript...[/center]

Although deep within his heart Armarion knew he could not bring himself to go fight his brother he would never admit such a thing as that.

He had reverted to his normal shape for the moment he was sitting atop a building not far off from the battle raging on as he sat scratching his facial features which he enjoyed very much tears were rolling down his cheeks slowly and they shone brightly in the light he held Seatus's conch close to himself as he sat biting his lower lip and it started bleeding golden ichor.

He heard a familiar voice in his mind calling his name, it was Iratze he blinked away his tears and stood summoning his staff and preparing a spell to teleport him into the battle.

He felt ready to fight for the right cause because he was a mighty god and a proud god...