This ocean has washed away the grime of battle, but it’s not over. That which cleanses has trapped me; holds me in its clutches while the burden of the days horrifying events threatens to drag me under. Just as I convince myself that it was all a nightmare, worse than any I have had before, a sanguine stream of morbid realization brings me back to reality. Noyes is dead, and the traitor is still among us. Rage, amplified by hopelessness, rears is ferocious head, pointed at the soulless back-stabber. A roar churns in my stomach with the embodiment of a scaled beast; a fire burns in my soul screaming one thing: Bloodlust.