#prompt: searing. senders. saviours.

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the searing heat of flaming swords clashing against each other mutes the frigid cold that bites like frosty thorns. the harbinger of peace and chaos is perched upon her throne, like a regal raven waiting for her prey to turn on her.

the senders say they bring peace, say they'll quell the heat of the ice so cold it burns. the very same senders cause all discord as they march forward. they charge upon those resting, saying it's for the greater good.

the saviour that everyone hails is no better than a rusted blade. all the spears she tipped with poison and all the swords dipped in nightshade, lie wasted. whether that choice will turn fruitful - only time will tell.