he’s won.
it was fun, watching all those who tried opposing their fate crumble beneath them. even his own vessel had put up a decent fight for a small time, but it was all for naught— as if the current state of absolute death, despair and suffering all around them had not proven it already.
but his fun wasn’t over. far from it, actually. it would explain why the fell dragon stood so confidently before chrom, the arrogant smile that did not fit the tactician’s face proudly on display before the man— what was left of him, anyway.
“— exalt.” grima greets almost cheerily, as if to mock the other.
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