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- The news never spread to the common workers. In another time, perhaps discontent would have spread in the empire, and another would have claimed the crown by severing the head that wore it. But the time for that had long slipped past. They were afraid of him. As he grew more violent and irrational, he gained only greater talents in combat. Perhaps these were things he did not keep in the mind, but taught to his body. He got stronger. So strong that no one could challenge him the way he had challenged the king. Soon no one even dared to try, and he faded further away, smaller and smaller into himself. Battleworld became the only kind of world that he could thrive in, because it was the only one that would permit him. Even when he wallowed in suicidal madness, subconsciously he clung to Battleworld. He would call the gods. He would pass through the gate to the forbidden garden. He would find new lands to conquer.
- - Round 4
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