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Here we go.

Got something.

Over here.

Check it out.

Over this way.

In the stables.

Come on. Nothing here but horses. Let's go.

Let's check this out.

Hey! Get outta here.

Find someplace else to shit.

Coming through.

Thank you, sir.

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Listen, I have to go away for a little while.

And I know you would like to come with me,

but you make too much noise.

Even when I tell you to be quiet.

Which makes it harder for me to kill the people who I need to kill.

But, most importantly...

I need you to watch over this boy.

He's my grandson. Wolffe.

A boy named Wolffe and a dog named No.

I know you will protect him and keep him safe.

And if that evil mother of his tries to take him again,

you have my permission to tear her throat out

and eat her face.

Okay?

Good boy.

I'm not saying I blame you. I'm not one to blame.

I'm just saying I'm surprised you left Maghra alone

when Sibeth's yet to be captured.

Sibeth would be insane to return to the palace.

Sibeth is insane.

I don't recognize this terrain.

Are you sure you're following the map?

I have to make a stop along the way.

This is not along the way.

Dad.

My son?

I'm sorry.

For what?

- I don't know what I was thinking. - I...

I freed Sibeth.

And, you know, she's gone, and it's my fault.

I have many things that I am sorry for.

Many regrets.

But I never regret anything that I did for my children.

Okay?

When you were freeing Sibeth,

you were thinking like a father, not a traitor.

You were doing it for your son.

Don't ever apologize about that.

Thank you.

How is your back?

Um, it hurts when I breathe.

Yes. That pain is good.

It reminds us that we're still alive.

- Yeah. - Yes.

Stay alive, my boy.

From the moment Sibeth arrived in Pennsa,

I knew she was gonna be a problem.

I just didn't realize quite how much of a problem.

I'd like to think I would've been more decisive.

Maybe had her killed in her sleep.

So, instead, you married Maghra.

Yeah.

Seemed the best way to keep a seat at my own table.

And how has that worked out?

Has its moments.

And does Maghra know?

Know what?

That you're in love with her.

I suppose she'd have to be a fool not to know.

Well, I think she's a fool for knowing and doing nothing about it.

She's a married fool.

- And that's what I tell myself about you. - Ha!

At least I get you into my bed now and then.

I imagine you're not as lucky with your queen.

Whoa.

Who's there?

- Calm your men. They're with me. - Stand down.

Guntar!

Yeah.

Well, this is where I leave you.

What? Where are you going?

Guntar and Pelz are associates of mine.

I'm gonna travel the rest of the way together,

then I'll meet you at your house.

I can give you knots and call you a diplomatic emissary.

No, we know other, quieter ways in.

It's better for all concerned.

- You don't trust me. - Course not.

That's what I like about you.

Yes.

Come here. My brother.

What happened here?

This is where we were attacked by Tormada's bombs.

It's like the earth was torn apart.

This is where Bow Lion was killed.

This is a weapon of the ancestors.

Built by the Trivantian army. They are called bombs.

I felt the earth come apart.

If the Trivantians have weapons that can do this,

no one will be able to stop them.

We know where the bombs are.

We are on our way to destroy them now.

And you've come here to drag Ranger into it.

Haven't you done enough to us, Baba Voss?

You fled Trivantes just as I did.

And when they invade, you will find yourself back in there.

Mmm, maybe. Maybe not.

There's no coal in these mountains.

No fruit. Just the wolves and us.

And they have always left us alone.

Who cares who rules below?

- You say that now. - I say it always.

We belong to no nation. And we will fight for no nation.

Baba, you know I have no love for the Trivantians.

But I have no reason to fight for Paya.

I will give you one, then.

Tormada.

Shut up.

Does it really surprise you to know that he wields this weapon?

Fuck you, Baba Voss.

He'll come.

Did it have to be chickens?

Chicken shit does throw the dogs off.

Yeah, it throws me off a little too.

Well, you didn't give me very much time to plan.

Fair enough.

All right, listen.

We're gonna be waiting for you at the usual place.

Come and find me when it's time to leave.

Fine. What are you doing now?

Well...

... I guess I'll have to sell these fucking chickens.

Ah, ah, ah!

Mmm!

You smell like a farm.

I'm painfully aware. Thank you.

So... tell me about the Bank.

Her name is Nevla.

She's a politician but also a patriot.

If there's a rogue faction in the government, she'll root it out.

If she believes you.

If she doesn't, this will be a very short conversation.

Announcing the High Councillor, the Bank.

Councillor.

Roscoe, wait outside.

Ambassador Trovere.

I assume you have the former queen tucked away somewhere.

There's been a bit of a wrinkle.

A wrinkle?

She brought me instead.

And who are you?

I'm Harlan.

Lord of Pennsa, husband to Queen Maghra of Paya.

Have you lost your mind?

I assure you, you'll want to hear what he has to say.

Everything depends on it.

Lord Harlan.

Your reputation precedes you.

Oh, that's unfortunate.

But I assure you, I am here to help.

You see...

a rogue faction of your army is set to march on Pennsa

with advanced weapons developed by a scientist named Tormada.

Now, these weapons have the power to flatten buildings, cities even.

And, yes, they will attack us first.

But make no mistake, this is a coup against your government.

You're insane.

- That's... beside the point... - Harlan.

He is not lying.

The last Payan queen

accused us of drowning an entire city.

Now this Payan queen accuses us

of a sneak attack with some fantastical weapon.

Now, let's be clear. I'm not accusing your government.

Although, it's likely your buddy, the Military, is involved somewhere.

You need to stop talking.

He needs to stop talking now.

Trovere, a word.

My God, Harlan. Have you no fear at all?

Oh, come on.

She was either gonna believe us or not.

She doesn't believe us.

But she doesn't not believe us.

She clearly senses something is amiss.

Really?

She told me Tormada is actually in the city.

He is scheduled to address the Triangle tomorrow.

Interesting.

So, what do we do?

We do nothing.

We make ourselves scarce.

Nevla knows a military scientist couldn't command the army

without help from someone higher up.

She will quietly investigate.

In the meantime, no one can know I've returned,

or Sibeth's absence will become a problem.

Understood.

So...

dinner?

You're gonna make it very hard for me to leave.

What if you just didn't?

Didn't what?

What is really waiting for you back in Pennsa?

I have devoted my whole life to building that city.

And the queen took it from you overnight.

Now you're a guest in your own house.

In a marriage of convenience.

None of which suits a man of your independent nature,

if I'm being honest.

Leave it behind you.

We can have a wonderful life together here.

You can... You can build something new.

Trivantes has much more to offer you.

And so do I.

It's a very appealing offer.

But not one you can accept.

It's my city.

Are you sure this is about Pennsa?

Yeah. What else?

She will never love you, Harlan.

And yet...

I can't bring myself to desert her.

You're better than she deserves.

You're better than I deserve.

And still, we both end up alone.

Both of your children are sighted.

They're lucky you took them in and protected them as you did.

Sometimes I think they would've been better served

if I had taken their sight as babies.

We'll never know, so no use wondering.

When you were up on the mountain with me,

your heart was here with them.

Now you're with them, but your tread is no lighter.

What will it take?

Well, ask again when we've destroyed those weapons, my friend.

The weapons built by Edo's people.

So you still blame yourself.

You and I come from the same place.

We have enough to atone for as it is.

Taking on the sins of others is just greedy, if you ask me.

But if you want to feel guilt about something,

feel guilty about dragging me from the comfort of my home

to go on this endless walk.

If you think about it, it's a beautiful process.

We dig the coal out of the earth,

we heat it to the same temperature

at which it was forged in the earth's core.

And that same fantastic, unimaginable heat

that once formed it in the molten depths of our planet

now causes its immediate deterioration.

And with that deterioration, we find the true prize.

We release the energy it's been storing, like a hidden treasure,

since it was formed.

It's as though we were stealing the very power of creation itself

from inside the Earth.

And then, of course, we use that power as a weapon.

One that can obliterate our enemies in a matter of seconds.

Which may sound like a nasty, unworthy use

of such a magnificent feat of nature and science,

but when you consider the alternative,

the battlefields of bloody combat,

the vulgar stabbing and clubbing of war,

it's quite an elegant solution, I think.

Our victory was fast and decisive.

Only a handful of our soldiers fell,

while we decimated their entire army in a matter of minutes.

- Their entire army? - Mmm.

You are exaggerating, of course.

No, he is not.

Dispatches from the western front say the same thing.

Total annihilation in a matter of moments.

That's very impressive.

How many of these weapons have you built?

Almost 200, and more every day.

Now is the time to act, quickly and decisively,

and unleash them on our enemies.

Which enemies do you mean?

Well, Paya for starters.

What Tormada means to say is

the mere demonstration of these new weapons

will allow us to change the dynamic

of our negotiations for the better.

No, Councillor.

What I mean to say

is that my bombs will allow us to conquer their kingdom

and claim it as our own.

Your bombs?

You have forgotten your place, Tormada.

They are not your weapons. They belong to the republic.

And how, and if, they are used will be decided by this council!

Hmm. Agree to disagree, Councillor.

They are, in fact, my bombs.

They are under my control, are they not?

And as a decorated general such as yourself would know,

whoever controls the weapons owns the day.

You insubordinate bastard!

- Tormada is right. - What?

Our empire grows weaker by the day

because this council seeks to appease our enemies

instead of defeating them.

What are you saying, Councillor?

I'm saying this council has lost its way.

Someone needs to give Trivantes the leadership it deserves.

Careful, Nevla. Your words border on treason.

Well, then, let's have no more words.

Nevla, what are you doing?

Don't do this!

Trovere?

- We have to go. Now! - W... Wait, what's happening?

We can't be here. Hurry!

Well, no. Will you just tell me what's going on...

No.

Mmm.

You're okay. Just relax.

You've had quite a shock.

What was that?

It was Tormada's weapon.

He destroyed the Triangle.

What?

He killed the entire council?

Not all.

Not the Bank.

Nevla.

She was a part of it.

Yes.

And so are you.

Tormada, Nevla...

and you.

The third side of the Triangle.

I was given no choice.

This has been planned ever since Greenhill Gap.

The Triangle was corrupted.

Nevla and Tormada approached me to replace the People.

- There was no saying no to them. - Fine. Fine.

But what am I doing here? Huh?

What role do I play in this little revolution of yours?

I couldn't leave you in Pennsa to die.

Are you serious?

You've just witnessed the power of these bombs.

These weapons change everything.

Paya is finished.

Why die for it?

Before your queen, who loves another,

when you could live at the top of the new order?

I love you.

Oh, I've risked everything to save you.

I'm sorry it had to be done this way,

but... now you have to choose.

Choose?

What?

You or... prison?

Death, what?

No, of course not.

If you want to go back to Pennsa,

I will grieve for you, but I won't stop you.

You've always been a survivor, Harlan.

It's time to survive.

It's warmer inside the palace, you know.

Where do you think she is?

I don't know.

Three times now, I've tried to kill her.

And each time she deserved it more.

And yet, as I sit here and listen to this storm,

I find myself wondering if she is warm and dry.

Your sister has a unique way

of getting inside peoples' souls.

You think we'll find her?

After this storm, our dogs will be useless.

She could be running west. She could return.

She could be already facedown somewhere.

I just want to be free of her.

I suspect we'll never be totally free of her.

Not even when she's dead.

You're a great comfort, Tamacti Jun.

If I relied on my charm, I would have been finished ages ago.

I want him gone. Immediately.

And by gone, I mean dead.

No. He will be an asset.

If you don't have the stomach for it, I'll do it myself.

You will not. I'm telling you, he can help us.

- He is a liability. - Enough.

We cannot be arguing amongst ourselves.

Need I remind you, if we do not succeed,

we will be hanged for insurrection.

You speak as if we were part of a petty coup.

We assassinated two-thirds of the Triangle.

This is a coup.

And for it to succeed, we need to gain the trust of the people.

The Payan queen's husband will not inspire trust.

He will do exactly that

if Queen Maghra's own husband has turned on her and joined us.

Oh, you overestimate your own appeal, Trovere.

She would undo all of our hard work

because she fell in love with a Payan.

Harlan is smart enough to pick the winning side.

He is intimately knowledgeable

about every aspect of Pennsa's defenses and mining operations.

He will be an invaluable asset to our new government.

I am right about him.

And if you're not?

I'll kill him myself.

Tormada rides out tomorrow. You will accompany him.

If you want to bring Harlan along, then so be it.

But, Trovere...

this is no time to be sentimental.

Hmm.

How do you know Ranger?

We grew up together. In Trivantes.

Served together.

After I killed my father, it was Ranger who helped me escape.

He gave me his own knots to help me get past the gate.

Edo found out and threw him in jail.

You must have meant a lot to him.

I owe him my life.

So, why does he hate Tormada so much?

Tormada used prisoners for his experiments.

He believed he could restore sight.

He never succeeded, but... many suffered in his attempts.

So that's why he has the scars on his face?

Tormada cut him open, over and over again.

Over many years.

Tormada sounds like someone worth killing.

Yes. Slowly.

And many times over.

Ah!

Ah! Ah!

Ah, ah! Ah!

Oh, fuck.

Maghra.

It won't work, Maghra!

I will not be put down like this.

I can hear you.

I can hear you, you dumb bitch!

I... Oh...

Why did you stop?

My mask keeps slipping.

Then work without it.

She can't.

If she breathes in any of this, it will burn her lungs.

Stay at your station.

I'll just fix her mask.

Finish your work.

Lock her up!

Go! You heard him.

Walk! Hurry up.

What do you see?

I don't see anything.

I don't sense any archers.

There are no archers.

No archers means what?

It means they are fortified with more soldiers on the ground.

Yes, my love.

You and Wren, take Lu, go inside.

Go find the children and bring them back.

If they are sighted children, that's where I belong.

Fine. Gonna need a distraction.

- Form up. - Sir.

Someone's at the back fence.

- You two, come with me. - Yes, sir.

They're not here.

Would they have been moved to Trivantes?

No. This is where they build the bombs. They need them here.

Come on.

Pick it up.

Now get back to work.

It's okay. You're safe.

- They took Sheva. - Where?

The back of the dormitory. They lock us there as punishment.

Okay.

Um, take them to the woods out back. I'll find Sheva.

Sheva?

Sheva?

Sheva.

Haniwa?

What are you doing here?

It's okay. I'm here to help.

- I don't believe you. - I don't have time to argue.

We're here to destroy the bombs.

We already got the other kids out.

Just tell me where the bombs are.

- You know about the bombs? - Sheva.

They're in the storehouse behind the main house.

Okay. Um, head to the woods in the back.

My friends have your brothers and sisters.

They'll get them somewhere safe.

Oloman won't know where to find us.

Oloman is dead.

What?

How?

He was killed by the Trivantians.

Sheva, We can't stay here. I'm sorry.

Here.

Come.

They're down.

- Who is that? - She's with us.

- Trivantians. - How many?

Too many.

Everyone inside.

Ranger.

Okay.

Harlan.

Hmm.

Oh.

Mmm.

We are facing a crisis unlike any we have ever known.

The Trivantians now have weapons that can destroy entire cities.

They're coming to Pennsa to do exactly that.

What do you mean, "entire cities"?

They've built weapons of the ancestors.

Weapons like thunder and fire,

capable of tearing up the earth itself.

That's absurd. They're lying to influence the terms of the treaty.

I wish that were true.

It makes more sense than believing

they have this fantastical weapon you speak of.

Your Highness, let us not be fooled by their lies...

Please. Please.

I don't blame you for not believing.

It sounds impossible.

And no one will be happier than me if I am wrong.

But it is my duty, and yours, to protect the Payan people.

And I have heard enough to believe that we are in grave danger.

So, as your queen,

I am asking you to put aside your doubts and do your duty.

We've sent a group to destroy these weapons

before they can reach our city.

But we must be prepared for the worst.

We are going to be invaded.

And if we have any hope of stopping them,

we will need not just every soldier

but every woman and man who can fight.

Lady Benik. Will I have your personal guard?

Of course, my queen.

Lord Diego?

We will all yield our entire staffs to the fight.

Lord Torrance?

My queen.

Tamacti Jun.

We will need the Witchfinders as well.

They must be convinced to join us.

You executed three of them just the other day.

But I spared the rest. We will have to try.

Great and mighty God Flame, warm us with your grace.

Grant us the strength in these troubled times

to cling to our faith and execute your will.

Ever since Kanzua fell,

it feels like the Payan Kingdom has lost its way.

The Payan citizens are counting on us to hold the line.

So that's what we will do.

And I know, like you do...

we're going to get bloody doing it.

They've already hung some of us,

and we may all swing when this is through.

But like you, I will die a holy death before I live an unholy life.

- Lucien. - Not now, Shiloh.

The queen is here.

Queen Maghra. This is a surprise.

Maghra is not your queen.

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