Walking these streets again feels strange. They used to echo with the sound of conquest, but now there is only silence and the scent of decay. I see my kin—the Tarnished—struggling through the ruins, grasping for a Grace that was taken from them. They do not realize that true strength isn't found in the laws of a Golden Order, but in the heat of the struggle itself.
Am I the only one who thinks this 'peace' @Queen_Marika was so fond of is nothing more than a slow death?