At the summit of the City of Eternal Night—Nocthera—in the oldest temple of all, where the golden World Tree rose, the battle against the Church had reached its final turns.
Three youths, not yet twenty, had managed to topple an order with countless followers that had endured for centuries. In the face of those three, everything seemed poised to end swiftly—especially after Aegon Valerion dealt the finishing stroke himself, drawing one of the bishops to his side.
Though the fight looked over, the air said otherwise.
Aegon stepped back a pace while Calistes stood before him. Blattier still lay on the ground, a gaping crater in his chest and a severed hand—his control over the War Angels gone. In other words, he had lost every weapon he possessed. Platini, too, was of no use; he had been soundly beaten by Snow Lionheart.
As for Snow, he sided with Frey Starlight. Silence pressed in.
