"I've no regrets left, do what you have to do." Nalrond closed his eyes, finally at peace with himself. For the first time in months, the images of his village burning down didn't flash in front of his eyes.
Nalrond would never forget the agonizing screams of his friends and family, but those sounds had stopped haunting his ears. All he could hear now was silence. He had always imagined that revenge would make him happy, but he felt empty instead.
His life had no meaning anymore, without revenge he was just a lonely man.
"It's funny, you know." Nalrond chuckled at the irony of his situation. "Once you kill me, the only people to remember my name will be two cursed objects. Life sure has a twisted sense of humor."
"How many times do I have to tell you that we're not a cursed object?" The creature was calm, yet the tinge of annoyance in their voice was enough to make the ground quake.
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