Krall went down to the bottom of the room, then stood in front of Bleda. He picked up momentum, pulling himself up the rope. He took a seat above the king's head. He asserted himself not to fall in devotion. The other rope became visible, allowing him to change position.
As his swinging on the rope slowed, his reverence deepened. He slowly permeated the invisible consciousness energy flowing in the room.
He slowly began to see the royal castle, the slave people. The kingdom, its many faceless peoples. He began to feel good to spend. He opened his consciousness. He felt the power of secular domination unfolding in his veins. He saw what the warlords, royal councilors, Bled's talent and many more slave peoples had seen.
Krall felt his strength grow. You have to wait a little longer and then you can go down. He can sit face to face with the king and take away all his power. From there, Bleda will only be a puppet, and He, Krall, will be the true lord of the Huns. Slowly he began to see Himself in the imagination as the great Krall stood above the other kings, and all the peoples of the earth looked upon His desire. And then and then Gorda bows in front of him. That's what he thought when he felt pain in his mind.
His arms and body began to sag. His physical strength left him, and like what a rag doll hung on the swing.
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The Hun God Swords - Angel of hope
SpiritualWe can follow how a little boy becomes a superhero. All this through the Hungarian saying world. It's a very exciting story. Full of love threads. As the Taltos did in the past. Wizards, monsters, kings, intrigue and love in one story.
