Upon the road to glory, I may fall short. Short of life, short of death, in pursuit or in vain. Trod the razorblade fields and outlast the rabid sabertooth. Seek the chosen one for the answer; the diviner or the backslider? Alas, the coroner. Follow the steep path towards… or succumb to the trail behind. Before I'm gone I will know the truth, in the name of dynasty, until the flame leaves my final breath.