The Last Bastion of the Light
The empire of Aethelgard was not falling; it was evaporating. It was a slow, agonizing dissolution of laws, borders, and beliefs. The Great Schism had torn the continent asunder, leaving the cities as isolated islands of flickering light in a sea of encroaching darkness. Commander Valerius, a man whose face was a map of a thousand lost battles, stood on the ramparts of the Last Bastion,...
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