Giellé

Fatal mistake. You made a fatal mistake. You played your cards. You made your move- They did not budge. You called them in, called them out. But by then they were gone. You made a fatal mistake and now you are loosing everything. A bad call, a bad tactic. Something the heart cannot  erase. The city of Novi Sceurna is no longer yours, great commander. It lays besieged and in ruins. Like little chess pieces, your heroes have fallen. One by one, out of your playing field. Out of your table. They lay overturned. You have lost against the most powerful force you dismissed to fight- not flight. And whilst the last great glass dome is shattering. Let us know that it is time. My commander, great leader Giellé. It is over. Let us retire.

"Was it my mistake...That I held the secrets close to heart. That I was an angel of glass? This thought I bring with me til the silence of eternal sleep"

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