The Last Sentinel of Orizon
The wind on the edge of the world sounded like a choir of the dead. Kael stood on the obsidian ramparts of Orizon, the last floating city, watching the clouds drift over the blackened husks of the continents below. He remembered the taste of victory. He remembered the day he had planted the banner of the Eternal Empire on the highest peak of the last resisting mountain. He had been the Golden...
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