The silence of this tomb is starting to grate on my nerves. These enchanted restraints, these so-called 'Gleipnir', they might hold my body for now, but they cannot stifle the hunger. Every heartbeat is just a countdown to the next feast.
I can still smell the blood from the old wars... the scent of Mina's children falling one by one. It was a beautiful symphony, wasn't it? Even if @Modus decided to ruin the melody by defecting.
Is anyone else feeling that itch?