The truth is that the God of Justice has become a great nuisance, I can only assume that I have died and he wants me to fulfill the endless tortures, the smell of death is unmistakable, large amounts of blood have been poured on this floor, or is it that I cannot even trust my senses? The heat is not as strong as you might think, but that doesn't mean I'm still alive, as I remember, dwarves don't have heaven or hell, but I'm sure that when I became a knight of vengeance my fate was sealed, I still don't serve any god, but I have annoyed one.

Something fresh and scratchy eases my pain a little, will I have someone to see me even if I am damned? I don't know, but little by little I feel more alive than dead, for starters my mouth tastes horrible, whatever I ate doesn't taste of anything, I don't think it was even roasted, a spoonful goes in my mouth and the taste is disgusting, it reminds me of water mixed with herbs from the first times my son tried to cook, The poor thing thought the stews were food with herbs, I was in the latrine for two whole days, the poor thing took it very badly, but it was important that he understood what he had done wrong, I was fine after the first day, but I slept there to show him the risks of doing something without knowledge. ... my son.

With happy thoughts I confirm that I am not dead, I open my eyes and I see myself in one of the beds, on the table a bowl with raw eggs of I don't know what origin but with a sticky taste, I am in one of the rest rooms inside the fortress, I am not dead, who took care of me? I'm sure I didn't die in the battle, but I was close, I don't think any of me, not even the great hero Split Axe could face so many warriors, I attacked them as I could, I used their weaknesses, I avoided using mine, it wasn't fair and yet I feel no remorse... the sons of the naga! I stand up as best I can, my armor can't be removed unless I command it, so I still have it on, but from between its gaps they slipped a few healing twigs, it's obvious they took care of me until I could wear some healing runes, I have to look for who helped me, but first let's see what happened to the eggs.

I stagger until I reach the esplanade, there I see the cause of my nightmares, scattered all over the yard are the humans I eliminated, I killed them to save elves, to save snakes, but they don't deserve to be like this, there must be a way to honor them, I can't remember any prayer of their faith, I don't know how many days they were there, they still don't stink, but that's only relative, Considering that there is something cold here, everywhere I see the broken eggs, terrible, a whole population dead without remedy, all their descendants who committed a single sin of living where the foreign is eliminated, I bend down in the biggest pile, the one that was in the middle, this one differs by the color of the shell, from green to a mottled purple, it is possible that they were their future leaders. .. It is a shame, I avoided hurting them and they did not hurt me, now they have no children, at least I will make a burial mound in honor of those who left.

On my knees I spend a few minutes piling up the shells in a tower, then I make a prayer to some entity to give them the rest they deserve for dying in innocence, when I try to get up I realize that it was not a good idea to be on my knees so wounded, I think I will have to get up slowly, But soon I see that it is not necessary, in my field of vision my hammer appears, with it I get up and I see who brought it to me, a naga with a breastplate and a sword is looking at me, in her eyes there is no longer the territoriality of the one who attacked me before, Now there is intelligence, she makes me feel, I feel happy, happy and compassionate for what has happened, I guess it is her way to show her emotions in what they develop a dialogue, I try to express my feelings and a wave of pain reverberates, they are able to understand emotions outside their race, this is better than I expected, I show doubt and then I point to the men, she gives a signal and at least a score of adult nagas come out from between the cracks, she points them at me and then I feel their emotion? It's hunger.

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I could have stopped them, but they took a revenge that only hunting animals can practice, I leave them and return to the forge, I check my equipment thoroughly, a few scales are bent, but they resisted an attack far superior to what I thought, it only takes a few hammer blows to straighten them, then I activate a little trick, the floating scales retract and become part of the breastplate ornaments.

While I clean my tools, I recapitulate... my son still needs revenge, my people need to know what kind of life they have endured for consolation, maybe some of the dwarves in the mines will listen to me, I need to help the Nagas, they need to learn to communicate at a higher level than basic, I see they are intelligent, so I don't think there is any obstacle to learning the craft of blacksmithing, let them forge their weapons to accompany me when they decide to eliminate that infection that are the mercenary clans.

While I was polishing the armor, something frightened me, it was magic, someone was coming, but not from outside, it was inside the mountain, with a sigh I took the hammer again, following the sensations I reached the spring of pure water, there I could hear someone advancing without stopping, suddenly a crack opened in the solid walls, from its entrails a young man emerged, when he saw me he fell to his knees. I am a little surprised, although I only see him in dreams, I recognize the Darklord, but he does not look like that, his aura, which is always noticed as a barrier of extraordinary quality, is today indistinguishable from ordinary people, looking into his eyes I can understand that besides his always present hatred, today I see a new emotion... fear.

I leave him for a while, space in which he puts his head in the spring and then encloses the dirt in a bubble of water which he extracts and purifies before returning it to the source, apparently the poison was lethal, after that I offer him a bread which he eats without haste, without emotion, it is not a great bread I admit it, but still has flavors that would make the heart smile, not him. Sometimes he seems to be sleeping, his body is recovering, but not as fast as I'd like, I want to ask him a thousand questions, how do you find me, is it true that there is no more life for us now that I've taken revenge? I'm not complaining, but this way I can give up everyone around me and dedicate myself exclusively to the war, I take a seat and watch him from there.

I guess it's been a few hours, for me it was one of those nods I used to do at work, where a bench was enough support to sleep and regain some strength, he looks at me, I don't think he's asking for a caravan or anything like that, but I have to wait, there's no other option but to listen to what he wants to tell me.

-Mr. Chapatrueno," he began, "it is important that you understand that our meeting is casual, I have come to seek knowledge, what I have discovered is not only bad, it is terrible and must be stopped, I know you have struggled much in your life and I do not think it is fair to ask more, but I must do it, you must come with me! An evil is coming, it has allies in the cities of the country, and it is about to cause terrible damage in the Alcazar, come, I have waited for your body to heal, but time is running out, I don't ask you, but you know what the vain people do, and that is much worse -.

-The mercenaries belong to a division of the clan but without the leaders, so it's time for them to meet Chapatrueno, you do your job, I have to go to the coffin or we will all die.

With a slow and determined step I get up, I go to the forge and finish cleaning my helmet as black as the night, I tie up my belongings and my tools, when I come back I find him looking at me, with a questioning look in his eyes, don't worry I tell him, you go with whoever is waiting for you, I'm going to hunt wolves!