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The world had always had a striking irony to it.
Morro knew this from the day he was born. Even though he had trained for this moment, for what felt like eons, he still shook.
He should’ve felt excited or accomplished. After all, the final battle had been grander than he would've ever thought.
Despite that, all he could feel was the cold shiver going down his spine, sinking its teeth into his neck. The world was consumed in darkness bringing itself a very different dread than he had experienced.
He was scared. A long time ago he had learned that courage didn’t only mean having no fear. Now, he realized what Garm had meant by that.