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The Twins are moving, I should find the other Liches.

Lessing, my unorthodox little brother... I'll listen for your voice on the wind.

I just hope what I find with my threads won't be your dying breaths.

(Sharp noise)

The dead don't feel pain or exhaustion.

They surge endlessly from the cracks between reality and chaos, repeating the last howl they gave before death.

Once the Movement is gone... will it be just you making such noise?

It sounds truly awful.

He slowly unwinds the wrappings on his longsword.

The cloth is long enough to use to cover his ears.

But he doesn't do that.

After so many years of hard work, Lessing has grown accustomed to focusing all his attention on the edge of his blade.

The theme of Leithanien will be rewritten by each and every one of us.

And before that... is just a battle.

Victory or defeat, life or death, none of it bears consideration.