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" I don’t understand why you’re just standing around!” Nero shouted, putting a bundle of five logs on his back. “Come on! Move it! Otherwise, you’ll be running until dinner! Which will be... tomorrow evening! Now… FUCKING MOVE!” The recruits immediately rushed over to the log pyramid. Groaning, moaning, and drenched in sweat, they haphazardly threw the logs across their shoulders and, for the most part, found they couldn’t even move. Most of them stumbled, limped, and almost crawled around the parade ground. In their eyes, these officers were no longer just living legends. Not merely the heroes of bards’ songs. No. They were demons that had crept out of the abyss. It was only their first day with this newly formed squad, and some of the soldiers were already cursing the day they had decided to join it. "
― Kirill Klevanski , Iron Will (Dragon Heart, #2)
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" I don’t remember him,” the King continued. “My father used to bring me and my brother here and tell us stories about his grandfather fighting against the sect of Balium. ‘The Black Gates’ was our greatest foe, once.” “Lidus lost that war.” "Yes,” Haver agreed. “My grandfather and your great-grandfather died fighting them. But, because he refused to bow to the Patriarch and because he managed to seriously injure him in a fight, Lidus resisted. While the sect was getting ready to continue their attack, we consolidated our forces and sent them back to the Black Mountains.” Haver stared at his ancestor’s stone visage for a long time. Hadjar tried to make out the inscription on the pedestal. The King’s last words were carved there: “I won’t kill you today... but look into my eyes, Patriarch, and remember. I’ll come for you. In another body, in another spirit, wielding another sword, but I’ll take your life. The last thing you’ll see will be my eyes. So remember them well! "
― Kirill Klevanski , Iron Will (Dragon Heart, #2)
