The crimson pillar of light pierced the heavens.

It rose from the direction of Blackthorn Castle, staining the clouds blood-red.

Lucien's face turned grim.

"Blackthorn..."

Sir Elias gripped his sword.

"They've begun the attack."

Malachai smiled as the sacred temple continued collapsing around them.

"You can still save them."

He slowly stepped aside.

"If you're fast enough."

Lucien stared at him, every instinct screaming to end the man standing before him.

But he couldn't.

Not while his people were in danger.

He turned to his companions.

"We're leaving."

The group sprinted out of the Temple of the Silver Moon just as its crystal towers crumbled into the valley below.

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