[Tyrene’s Will]

Shock and silence washed over the city.

The feeling of disbelief spread from one person to the next in a connected wave of synesthesia.

"If you're listening to this, I'm dead.

However, if you think I won't quill your sorry ass, I'll call in a favor to a necromancer.

Trust me, kiddos. I'm not playing around."

Bewildered laughter burst through the city like a flood gate.

"I'm not one for sentimentalities. Even though most of you will bicker over petty semantics."

Tears streamed down her soldiers' eyes.

"I'm only recording this message because I'm stupid enough to fight a Colossus at age 70 during my damn vacation."

Roars of laughter poured into the streets.

Her words lived the puffy eyes of grown men in waves.

"I'm only doing it because I ordered my idiot apprentice to do it, and he was stupid enough to say yes."

Bewildered laughs escaped the mouths of people everywhere.

"I'm recording my damn will now like a moron, and I can't complain.