The Hall of Victories was never empty.

Banners hung from the ceiling.

Broken weapons rested behind glass.

Saints watched from stone pedestals.

Every relic told the same story.

Different names.

Different worlds.

Different wars.

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The same lesson.

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Sacrifice.

Devotion.

Duty.

Victory.

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At first it felt inspiring.

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At second glance—

it felt hungry.

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Eljara:
Do you ever notice how every shrine eventually becomes a museum?

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Sean looked up toward the banners.

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Sean:
And every museum eventually becomes a shrine.

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Silence.

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Workers moved quietly through the hall.

Children stared at statues.

Soldiers paused before memorials.

Priests lit candles beneath names nobody remembered anymore.

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Nobody came here to ask questions.

The hall already had answers.

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That was the problem.

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Eljara:
What scares me isn’t the devotion.

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Sean nodded.

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Sean:
I know.

A pause.

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Sean:
It’s what happens afterward.

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She stopped beneath a giant saint statue.

The inscription read:

DUTY WITHOUT LIMIT

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Eljara stared at the words.

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Eljara:
There.

A beat.

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Eljara:
That’s where it starts.

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Silence.

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Nobody becomes a fanatic overnight.

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Duty matters.

Strength matters.

Hope matters.

Endurance matters.

Passion matters.

Purpose matters.

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Nobody argues with that.

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The problem comes later.

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When “important” becomes “everything.”

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When everything else becomes disposable.

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Sean:
That’s why the gods are dangerous.

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Eljara:
The Chaos Gods?

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Sean nodded.

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Sean:
And every other god too.

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That answer surprised her.

Because it felt obvious once she heard it.

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Khorne begins with courage.

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Nurgle begins with endurance.

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Tzeentch begins with hope.

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Slaanesh begins with passion.

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Beautiful things.

Necessary things.

Human things.

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Then one day—

there’s nothing else left.

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Sean:
Every virtue becomes terrifying when it loses its neighbors.

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The hall suddenly felt colder.

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Eljara:
That’s the part nobody records.

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Sean nodded.

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Sean:
History records convictions.

A pause.

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Sean:
It rarely records what convictions killed.

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The candles continued burning.

The banners remained motionless.

The saints continued watching.

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And suddenly the hall felt less like a monument to faith.

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And more like a monument to certainty.

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That frightened Eljara.

Because certainty is always hungry.

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More loyalty.

More purity.

More strength.

More devotion.

More perfection.

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Never enough.

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Eljara:
How do you know when you’ve crossed the line?

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Sean stood quietly for a long moment.

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Finally—

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Sean:
When losing yourself starts feeling like progress.

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Silence.

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That landed harder than any sermon.

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Because every fanatic believes they are improving.

Every zealot believes they are becoming better.

Every extremist believes they are moving closer to truth.

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The road never looks dangerous from the inside.

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It looks righteous.

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And somewhere across the galaxy—

billions of souls continue taking one more step toward gods, systems, ideologies, and obsessions that promise certainty.

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Not because they want destruction.

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Because they want meaning.

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And certainty has always been willing to take everything in exchange.

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If you remember what this felt like —
you already know what you’re missing.

Step back into it.
Or keep missing it.

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