7. That immense, unrelenting hatred inflamed every sliver of their tangled souls. For each of them had tasted failure, endured defeat -- felt insurmountable shame when the very beings they sought to crush and conquer vanquished them. So they rampaged across the land. They tried to drown their failure in the blood of innocent and warrior alike, spreading atrocities wherever they flew. But no crimson seas could wash it away. Only one deed, one victory, one death could cleanse and sate them. Their black beating heart demanded it. They had to destroy %name%.
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