Excerpt from the book of the Holy Quadrant.

Kindness.” Agral spat, his eyes burning with rage, “Look at me.” Krim did and his brother’s
repulsiveness shocked him. Haggard, rotting, skin hung off his bony frame. His hair was falling
out in clumps but still Krim pitied him, “You took all the power for yourself.” Agral continued,
“We were meant to be equal, but you stole everything from me.”
“And so you took my wife from me?” Krim became like a flame then, heart kindled with rage and
his power overcame Agral. A healing power Krim sent and at once his brother changed. He grew
tall and strong, with skin of perfect white scales and his pupils receded, showing brilliant golden
eyes, “See what you could be brother.” Krim begged, “Call back your forces, relent from this
venomous dream and be as a brother to me again.”
The sight of what he might have been only enraged Agral more and as his dark power once again
overcame Krim’s, he was more gruesome than ever. He drove forward and such rage was in his
spirit, that no power of Krim could stop him and he drove his sword between his brother’s breast
and the blade broke at the hilt.
The skies wept for the passing of Krim, and his forces were swept away by the hordes of Agral.
The banner of Gadrika returned on a swift breeze and lay upon the body of Krim. A light blinded Agral and as he pulled the cloak away, Krim was no more.