Faced with this monster that had appeared out of nowhere to destroy him, Napoleon felt no fear at all, only an endless sense of regret. Perhaps today he was to die here, but his grand enterprise of unification would never be completed after all.
Perhaps it was just as well to die; he would no longer need to exhaust his mind over the mundane affairs of the world. There was no place for Napoleon in Heaven, so to Hell he would go.
Ivan snatched a long saber from the body of a Guardsman on the ground. Flames danced along the blade, their light more dazzling than any other fire in the night.
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