Miramar,

An impressive victory, Little One, and I must say that I'm quite excited
to see You come back with such a renewed vigour. I see that You have met
My old friend Slith, and have witnessed firsthand the games he likes to
play with immortal lives, thinking he is something of power in this
world. My family and I have been well acquainted with this "whelp" for
some time, and I assure You that he and I will be meeting again face to
face very soon. Now, enough with the pleasantries...

As I stated, I congratulate You on Your recent survival of an attack
from the self-proclaimed Prince of the Undead, and welcome You to the
war. However, and let me make this very clear to You and whomever else
has their eyes set on that coward, his death will come by My hand and My
hand alone. You have fought a single battle, but this war has been
raging for decades with My troops standing on the front lines. My army
continues to track his movements, and engage his forces on a regular
basis, and I assure You his death will be gruesome. When the time comes
for the final battle with that coward, it is through the power of the
"Warp Witch" that his head will meet with a pike in My trophy room. Do
not try and get in the way of that deathblow, for I will not hold My
hand should You choose to step in the path. Instead, perhaps two heads
will grace My mantle during that glorious victory.

Well met Miramar, and welcome to the joys of Warfare. As long as our
paths remain separate, You and I can get along quite well.

Aegis, God of War

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Ero, in the year 408 AF.