One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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The turning of the world is a perpetual thing. Unencumbered by the desires of we mortals that it sometimes should stop in order to allow us the opportunity of hanging on to the past a little while longer.
Journal of Reane Matir
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Anthony folded Reane's lifeless arms across her chest, his fingers seeking the icy touch of hers before they parted company forever. Laying on the bare stone floor of the chamber just inside the still open doors of the Mount of Carnak, she rested permanent and peaceful.
The pair of holes bored into her neck were a painful reminder of the fate Reane had met. One Anthony never had the opportunity to protect her from.
He'd removed the patch from over the eye Cassandra had taken from him, the material having grown damp from his tears and annoying against his cheek. The scars from that day and the clouded pupil were visible to the world in a way he rarely allowed them to be.
Beside Reane, Korg's body laid, his chest torn apart and speaking to brutal and no doubt painful end that had befallen him. The otaur clutched his battle axe as though he would rise and wield it once again.
And next to him, Sheala kneeled over the corpse of her sister. Silent and mourning, the woman Anthony had met in Catersburg was unable to pull herself away. Just as Anthony was also frozen in his place.
"We should be thankful for their sacrifices," he said, more to himself than to Sheala. "But I admit, I have a hard time believing that I ever will."
"You and me both." Sheala sighed. "I just don't know what to do with myself. I thought I'd found something worth living for. Now it's all gone. My home. My sister. And I still feel like I got cheated out of my revenge against Lord Hedric for what he did to my family."
Sheala started to place the strange weapon her sister had used to kill Korg into Cass's hand.
"We should probably consider about keeping that," Anthony said. "Perhaps we could figure out how it works and make more of them."
"I think whatever magic powered it is spent." Sheala pulled the trigger of the revolver twice, resulting in parts of the body rotating and consecutive, unimpressive clicks. There was no ear-shattering explosion as when her sister had used it. "Whatever this thing is, it's my sister's, and she'll be buried with it." She wrapped Cass's fingers around the handle and laid it with her.
