What a war painted being, body covered in scars by crimes done by their hand and so on. The monster of a woman chuckles at such horrors and tosses locks of black hair back. “Looks like you have seen better days.” ( for kasmos! )
‘better days’
Spoken as if the past before these wounds was his peak, no, they were nothing more than badges. Achievements. Proof that he has grown stronger and survived against foe after foe.
There were no better days. Not as long as he kept improving.
The best was still to come.
“Yet I still breathe, and those that left these marks do not. I am better than I have ever been, strange woman.”













