(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

moments I had given life to another through the power of a name. This
entire Fortress has been constructed from belief. Belief damned a woman,
whose heart clung to the hope that another loved her when he did not.
Once, it made a man seek immortality and achieve it," I leaned back, my
eyes taking in the full form of my mortality, "And it has made a posturing
spirit think it is something more than a part of me."
"Belief is everything here, creature," I declared, "Because I believe in the
power of my name."
The Gray Waste ached with the weight of timeless memory.
It spoke coldly, but there were cracks in the
creature's conviction. This was it.
"You don't know what our name was, do you?"
"Why was that ever important? Were we being hunted?"
"No, it now hunts for others in our place. Countless others are dying
because you and I are separated. We cannot continue to live like this, or else
we will continue killing others in our place!" The shades above us rumbled,
and the storm seemed to roil at those words.
The plains of Carceri rumbled in anticipation.
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