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Build another Inferno Throne? All for one woman? Ha, that’s for gods, not for ordinary Sords!
“Maybe we should build it in our honor?” Rurek asked conspiratorially. “We will create a great Sord clan! Perhaps the greatest!”
The next destination was the Temple of Saint Osh.
“This is our headquarters. The headquarters of the defenders of Iczakan,” the Sord told the other Sord. “Here, my friend, Elm Osh, gathers those who are willing to risk their lives for the well-being of Iczakan and its surroundings.”
The Temple was impressive. In spirit, it was close to the Inferno Throne, but on a smaller scale.