[Reforged 02] • Lightning and Flame

"Death hurt less than I thought. Pain was there, obviously. I was stabbed in the chest. But afterwards, it was painless. Peaceful, almost. I wish I could bring that peace back with me. The war doesn't scare me now, nor the strange city or life at home moving on without me. Only one thing scares me now -- when she brought me back from death, from that beautiful peace, something stayed.

Whatever part of me that was still human got left behind."

Blood stains the land. The gods' desperation grows, and with it, Azirik's mania. Away from her newfound family, Alea struggles to control the blackness in her mind and the power in her veins. What the Laen wish to teach is something very different from what she must learn, however, and war does not make time for history lessons.

Stuck in a foreign city, Arman wrestles with madness. The inertia of battle leaves friendships tainted and alliances shattered. If the only creatures able to mend the world refuse to speak to each other how can they win a war?

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