Sires Abyssal's Literatures

How long ago had the last round of this been, anyways? How many leaders ago had it been since he'd last faced down a jealous, angry mortal, desperate for answers? Two, three, four generations ago? Four thousand years, a blink of an eye in his life, a half-second, a shard of a shard of everything he'd experienced. How long ago had Narke cast him down, thrown him into the dirt to suffer for his precious mortals?