Of Legends and Love (Part II): A Final Embrace

In the wake of carnage, the echoes of steel ring through my mind, a symphony of sorrow and triumph. As I gaze upon the field of corpses, strewn like discarded dolls, I think of Ljuba, the light of my heart, forever absent. Yet, here I stand, battered and broken, but unbowed, a monument to the resilience of the Stoneheart.

My comrades lie fallen, valiant souls snuffed too soon, their names etched in my soul. We faced the abominations together, laughing in the face of death, brothers bound by blood and honor. Now, I bear the torch alone, driven by the knowledge that their sacrifice was not in vain.

I feel the sting of tears, a betrayal of my stoicism, but I quell the emotion, refocusing my gaze on the task before me. This, I promised, my swansong, a masterpiece worthy of my ancestors. Let the darkness tremble, for the Stoneheart marches forth, undimmed by the passage of time.

And so, I stride towards the heart of the maelstrom, axe aloft, my steps heavy with the burden of memories. I hear the whispers of my kin, their voices stirring the winds, guiding me homewards. Soon, I'll join them, embraced by the arms of Morrigan herself. Until then, I'll dance with fate, singing the dirges of the damned, for the Stoneheart cannot fall, not while I draw breath.