PRIMESolician

My right hand brandished my blade, and with it the demons I did bade, through the blackest plains, where fire rains, I stood tall, my highest before the fall. And upon my return, celebration I did yearn, and they told me: "you're not a hero, you're just a warrior" Just a warrior? A warrior. I was the vanguard to the darkness. The swing of my blade relentless. I cut swoths through evil, The minions of chasos I put in uphevel. And they just said you're a warrior. Just a warrior? There was a momentary pause, a recursory applause, this mercenary cause, fell apart. Maybe I was just a warrior. A warrior. Head held high, feet on the ground ey