"Moje oczy gwałtownie zaczęły zmieniać swój kolor. Moc, która tkwiła we mnie chciała się wydostać. Przygniotłam Starka do ściany. Moje ręce które trzymałam wokół jego szyi, zaczęły robić się gorące. Nikt nie próbował uratować swojego kolegi. Wtedy przypomniał mi się słowa, które powiedział mój chłopak w moim śnie. -Nie zabijaj go, choć masz powód, nie rób tego, nie bądź potworem."

They tried to break her. Torture her. Kill her. Instead, they forged her into a weapon. Now Eleanor Riorson-Tavis, Queen of Orlyth, wages war not only against the Venin, but against Navarre and the very gods themselves. The Balance is fractured, magic is unraveling, and with the Shadewing Den reborn, her name has become prophecy and curse alike. With Garrick at her side, Noodle in her shadow, and Nox and Chradh above, Eleanor has built an empire of monsters-and she will tear the world apart piece by piece to protect what remains of her family. Her kill count climbs. Her mercy burns to ash. Her humanity slips further from reach with every battlefield she leaves empty. But victory comes at a cost. And the deeper she walks into madness, the clearer it becomes: this was never just war. It is a reckoning. It is the endgame. Because Eleanor isn't fighting to save the world anymore. She's fighting to remake it. And when the dust settles, history won't call her hero or villain. It will call her what she has always been: Oblivion.