Lung G

> > He’d made a promise to himself.  He wouldn’t lose again.  Victory, it didn’t matter.  But losing?  He wouldn’t accept it, not like the loss he’d faced at the hands of the unnamed woman.

> > And that very thought, that certainty, it stirred his power further, as though it were something alive, something other.

> > Interlude 22 (Donation Bonus 1)