Accompanied by the roaring cheers of her people, Nura el-Adara el-Arrasi is crowned as ruler of Ariya. As promised, her first edict as Lord-Prince will be to break the wheel. No more will rulership be denied to those that deserve it by right of blood. And so she will be the last paladin queen of the City of Light.
It is time to return home for Vladimir, and to bring back the body of his cousin Tristan to his parents, that he may be buried according to the traditions of his people. As he waves goodbye to his friends, the young cleric believes his adventures in the sun will always keep him warm in the cold reaches of the North.
His newfound powers still growing inside of him, Rhys understands there's still much he needs to learn. About himself, and about his family, and the blood that binds them all.
So much blood shed, so much suffering. It is not yet time to leave for Estel. Even though Ariya has a new ruler, the mage understands that the real evil behind all that has happened is still at large. Still unchecked. Still unpunished. She'll be ready for it.
Enough of politics, enough of intrigue and deception. Having performed his holy task of protecting the sun mages, Khalid returns to the desert, to his temple, to his ways as a silent warrior. For under the eternal light of the sun, lies are dissolved and peace is achieved.
A destiny he never wanted, yet the blood of el-Arrasi flows strong in him. Tuarim has seen much, suffered much. He has been the pawn of his father for too long. Time to make his own way, to forge his own legend. As he rides through the desert, alone, the paladin looks ahead, to the future. For his past is only fire and ashes.
The map of the Empire of Anuire hanging on his wall, Malik looks with rage at the brown lines painted on the vellum. One step forward, two backward. Vengeance, vengeance must be his. His dagger pierces the map, a perfect throw through the City of Anuire. Where the Emperor sits on his Iron Throne. For now.
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