His axe was ready, and his heart was full of determination. Yes, he hadn't succeeded in his plan the previous night, but now, he was sure, everything would go smoothly. Waiting until everyone was asleep, he quietly got up, took his weapon, and headed towards his target...
At the same time, someone else was still awake. In his head, the voice of Kenkael was whispering sweet words. It convinced him that the only way to survive was to give in to temptation, to succumb to the forbidden pleasure of spilling the blood of his comrades. And who was this hero to not listen to this devilish whisper?
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