And in that place, Dawnhold was not a city of ash.
Tonight, she would prove it.
The world cracked .
The thing that guarded the Last Dawn was not a god. It was a habit —a scar in reality where something vast had died and forgotten to stop dying. It wore the shape of Dawnhold’s first martyr, but its face was Virodar’s own face, aged a thousand years. -18 - dawnhold Sister Virodar APK v0.15 wexrchan lasud
