Blade of the Titan Wheel of Destiny — Morimens

Separate. Experience. Flood in. Invade. Scholars have long debated the true meaning of the Semitic root "p-l-sh" among the Perishites. For the first time in his life, Goliath felt that these old scholars possessed some genuine insight, for these four brief words almost encapsulated his life as a Perishite. The Perishites are indeed a maritime people. They are like schools of long-tailed sharks, drawn to inhabitable islands by the scent of blood, then slaughtering all the natives there. The Perishites never tire. They never linger; when everything settles, their restless instincts drive them to move on, seeking new prey. The Perishites don't care about tomorrow. They squander their plundered wealth at an astonishing speed, drinking the last drop of wine, then breeding, fighting, and betraying with reckless abandon... As they set sail, Goliath looked back at the trail left by the ships on the sea. The blood of the Perishites, the blood of the natives, the blood of enemies, the blood of seabirds... It merged into one, like dark red ink spilling into an endless blue. The next day, the sun rose as usual, the sea shimmered like countless shards of broken gold, and everything vanished without a trace. They were in the ocean, yet the ocean had forgotten them.