Flow of Destiny

Atenzi stood at the window of his chambers, his enhanced vision allowing him to see far beyond the twisted landscape of Bloodmire.

His mind, however, was focused inward, grappling with the tumultuous events of the morning.

Musashi's departure left a void that Atenzi couldn't quite define.

The Sword Saint's final lesson echoed in his thoughts: "The greatest battles are fought within ourselves."

*But what if the battle is against myself?* Atenzi wondered, flexing his hand and marveling at the strength he felt coursing through his veins. *What am I becoming?*

A knock at the door interrupted his reverie.

Báthory entered, her movements as fluid and graceful as ever. "The envoys will be arriving shortly, my champion.

Are you ready?"

Atenzi turned, studying Báthory's face. His newfound senses picked up the subtle quickening of her breath, the faint dilation of her pupils.

She was excited, perhaps even anxious.