The Heroes We Become
The news spread faster than flame.
The Ember Line had survived.
The old stories were lies.
And a new threat—one wearing noble titles and royal crests—had been uncovered by the very mages they'd once hunted.
The people, tired of fear, chose hope.
Elira stood in the heart of Frosthold's square days later, her cloak no longer hidden, her name no longer whispered.
She spoke of unity, of power with purpose—not domination.
She called for justice, not vengeance.
She called for light.
And the realm answered.
Kael was reinstated—not as a weapon, but as a protector of the peace, commander of the reformed Blackguard.
Rian was named Mage Envoy, rebuilding the fractured circles across the land.
And Elira Ashthorn was declared the Flamebearer—first of her line to stand in the open as a symbol of peace, not war.
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But even as peace returned…
Far to the west, beyond the broken mountains, the Thorned Hand gathered what remained of their loyal blades.
Watching. Waiting.
Because not all shadows die in sunlight.
But some heroes are forged to walk through fire.
And Elira Ashthorn?
She was born from it.