I stepped out of the darkness and a wave of terror was not my greeting. My return had no witnesses, I arrived to an empty village. With dead flowers and rotten fruit, what could not run… died.
I dug my hands into the Earth and it rolled and shook, razing ever building. The sight of it lacked satisfaction, the earth cried, I returned my hands to the air.
There was a warning. They chose to be fools and believe that running will lead to getting away. Forever is the only way to be consumed by vengeance. More time only lets me refine how my work will be done.