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(First Karak-perspective post! Wish me luck!)

Karak sniffed the air, moving slowly toward what he knew to be his foe. The Archon who had burned him, and the... prescence that surrounded it. Karak had only his armor and his claws, but he swore to himself that anything that tried to hurt the metal one, who the other apes called Sauron, would meet a swift end by his hand. The Fallen, he knew, had forgotten their honor, their warrior's pride. They had embraced the corrupt path of the Archons, and the Ether that sustained them was tainted with the guilt and blood of countless pirate raids. Karak knew that if he could be accepted by the apes, then their knowledge could be joined to his race's own, and the Fallen could re-enter that which the apes called Light.