Marriassa had gathered the oppressed. Those who were full of hate marched unabated, spreading the fires of war as they turned their foes to ashes. Mariassa continued her incineration, and, at last, realized the animosity within her. Her so-called stoicism must have never existed at all. For as Marissa heard the screams and smelled the charred flesh of her enemies, the joy welling in her heart would bring her to tears.