
The one who rules with fear is always plagued by it.
The taunt of a unicorn priestess would haunt Sombra for the next eight centuries, till the time of his resurrection. He wants nothing more, but to prove that whore of a mare wrong.
"No, Sombra. You don't have everything. Rather, you have nothing...nothing but grains of ashes of the creatures you've slaughtered, directly or indirectly. You say having absolute power is all? Well I say that's bullshit. Strength is only a matter of choice. Fighting like hell to protect whatever it is you hold dear. You possess nothing of that sort. That is why you also have no real strength. And that is also why...your demise is inevitable, no matter how you look at it. Perhaps, that is your reason for still fighting. Your reason for declaring destruction upon existence itself. The one who rules with fear, is always plagued by it."




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