Time to unite the Sacred Bands, Thebans and his people: one unit, one heart, one swing through life.
Here Stormbringer spies the Stepsons, the Theban fighters, and the 3rd Commando, attending to their own. In the face of such unflinching determination and unswerving devotion, the hurricane pauses and calms. Its ravings turn to mutters.
Something is going on everywhere, most of which no one understands.
"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning that crackles from his gaze.
Humans create their futures every day of every year; only you can alter your worlds.
If cities have souls, Sanctuary's was troubled long before Tempus got here, and will be troubled long after he and his are gone.
Stop grieving. Start giving thanks to me. You live to fight on other days.
War's balance will prevail.
A wise one determines his own fate.
There are stranger things here than Thebans know about.
I don't want to be any closer to the gods than death will bring me.
Niko knew death like a sister - she was his true partner in the phenomenal world.
For Tempus...was a dozen storm gods' avatar; no army he sanctified could know defeat; no war he fought could not be won. Combat was life to him; he fought like the gods themselves.
I...keep trying to be perfect. For you. So you'll notice me.
Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.
We know. We've seen it all before.
This is as 'alone' as I'm likely to get with you - you're not half so fetching as your daughter.
Sometimes a man does what he'd most like to avoid.
Look to the souls of Your own soldiers, God, who labor in Thine awful cause.
Makes you wonder if the gods are always right.
What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.
No ethos, pursued without thought or mercy, is ethical.
Choose life over death, Niko, when a choice can be made that puts no soul in jeopardy.
To the death with honor, shoulder to shoulder, and no one gets closer to a Stepson than his partner.
And Tempus thought then that nothing was more worthwhile than what was growing in this whitewashed barracks, where he has come to build a force such as men or gods have never seen - a force worth reckoning with, if you were of a mind. And something was of that mind. And something else opposed it. He should have expected that. Battle in the heavens, battle on the earth.
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