Morax walked alone through the wilderness. The earth beneath his feet had only recently been the site of a great battle; broken bows and shattered spears were scattered everywhere.
Today was his birthday.
Though the war still raged, his dear friends insisted on celebrating his annual natal day. Guizhong—the God of Dust, Hagenus—had joined forces with various friends and subjects to prepare a grand celebration for him. Morax had attempted to assist, but he was firmly rebuffed by them all and pressed back into his seat. Unable to endure sitting idly while everyone else busied themselves, Morax had stepped out for a walk.
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