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Terrorblade!

You will return the pillars to their foundation.

You will restore the manifold form.

The blind arrogance of dragons.

You see my prison. You failed to see my fortress.

You failed to see my army.

She's fast. Watch yourself. Don't break rank.

Praise the Moon of Mene.

Look at you.

Little better than an animal hunted by your lessers.

But you had such dreams.

Oh, yes. For a moment, you were feared.

You stood on the precipice of restoring the rightful order.

Your people, masters of the world.

I know who you are. You're the demon, aren't you?

His demon. You attacked the Nightsilver Woods.

Oh, I am more. I am your hope.

Hope. Hope for what?

A world reshaped to your liking. We can build it together.

But first, revenge on the one who lied to us,

betrayed us, asked us to serve him...

then abandoned us.

I'm half-mad from exhaustion, not stupid.

Fuck off, demon.

♪ They'll corner you soon ♪

Oh, you're afraid.

You can't evade them forever. You know this.

The hour comes round for death or hope.

You there!

You heard me.

I hear you, and answer with death.

Aah! Hmph.

Aah!

I'd hate to break my arm patting myself on the back,

but that sword was pretty great.

I... I mean, you were great. It was all you, but the sword was just...

- Great? - Pretty good, anyway.

Little loud on the backswing, but as good as Father ever made.

Well technically, Father did make it. I just repaired it.

The point is, the Foundry works.

I made it work.

Hey, this is the part where you're supposed to act excited,

or at least seem cautiously optimistic.

Sorry. It's Slyrak.

It's been almost three months. Three months and nothing.

Not a vision, not even a dream, not so much as a feeling.

The world is still here. So, that seems like a good sign.

The dragons are still acting crazy. That seems like a bad one.

All we can do is clean up the mess.

Look, I know you're frustrated.

I know you feel left behind, like you didn't get to finish the fight,

but you did your part better than anyone could have expected.

More than anyone had any right to ask.

Three months. Not a gods damn thing.

Davion, there's something you should see.

I was thinking about what you said last night,

so I started plotting all the recent dragon sightings.

Not just the ones you and I went after, but Kaden, and everyone else.

I worked it backwards, figured out the wyrmlings most likely paths.

They're migrating. So what?

Well, that's what I thought too, at first.

But that's not migration, that's convergence.

Earth, water, ember,

they're coming together like last year at Dragon Hold.

I mean, it doesn't make sense.

There's nothing important in the Broken Peaks.

- It's just a bunch of rocks. - Pack up the camp.

We need to go.

I know what's in the Broken Peaks.

The Seventh Legion reports they have yet to receive

supplemental forces,

and we've had some trouble maintaining our supply chain in...

The Fourth Legion is heavy. We should reassign the excess.

Mm, Legatus Akkad claims he needs the additional soldiers

to maintain a proper training rotation.

While the Seventh withers and starves on the frontier.

The Seventh has no patron in the capital, Your Radiance.

Jackals, all of them.

The only way to manage the war council is with a blunt instrument.

I'm afraid you will be even less happy with the merchant's guild.

Majesty.

- Forgive the interruption. - Don't be silly.

We were just admiring how the Imperium pulls together after a crisis.

How can I help you?

You have a visitor, an old friend.

Davion.

You don't need to announce him. I envy him a bit, life on the road.

It's not the Dragon Knight, Your Radiance.

It's complicated.

She surrendered at the city gates, demanding to see you.

And they threw her in the stockade?

She insisted on it. She said it was "comfortable."

- Princess. - Empress Mirana, Her Majesty.

It's all right, Asar.

- Luna? - Forgive me, Empress.

I've come to swear my allegiance to the Solar Goddess.

I've come to serve you.

By the time we reached the first enclave, we started to see them.

Our own soldiers,

wandering without the power Selemene once granted.

To the men and women, they told the same story,

how the shrines came to life.

How the goddess's blessing coursed through them.

How they took their revenge and gave the lie to a false prophecy.

Yet some had questions.

They wrestled with an emptiness in their guts,

and they knew what love there may have been had passed.

I gathered and sheltered them, sent scouts far and wide to find more,

the lost, the broken, the undone.

- And you brought them all here? - I brought them to you.

You asked me to save them, and so I have, and now I ask you to give them a purpose.

Give me a purpose.

Let us fight for you. Let us remake the world in your image.

Remake the world?

I can barely rebuild this place.

Because you think you're alone.

We used to believe in something, we two.

Nothing is so broken it cannot be fixed.

Now you have the power to fix it all.

The power of a god.

The power of an empire. Most important...

now you have me.

Free her, Asar.

Majesty! She is the Scourge.

She is my friend.

Itches like the Fifth Hell.

Pretty sure these accouterments don't come in Oglodi size.

And I'm certain those shiny sons of bitches would rather they never do.

Think of it this way, no one is staring at your ears.

Anyone says a word about your ears answers to me.

Now, fall in.

If nothing fit, you could at least wear a banner.

No, no, no. It is not that, my lovely. It is more.

I am still Nivan Gallant in my heart, but, uh, my sword remains at your service.

You never cease to confuse me.

Eh, we must all have goals.

You are certain this is yours, this uniform, this banner?

Not the banner, her.

Who kneels before the Solar Throne?

I do, Your Radiance.

Luna of the plains and the Nightsilver Woods.

I offer you my heart, my courage, my steel.

I seek your light, your love.

I take you as God Empress, first in thought, first in action.

Stand in the light. And these soldiers?

My Lost Legion. Many have fought for you already.

Their devotion is inscribed in scars, inked by pain.

Accept the blessing of the Solar Throne, Luna of the Imperium.

Luna, the goddess of the Lost Legion.

Together we will rebuild our home.

Then we will heal a broken world.

Your Majesty.

Dragon Knight.

Oh, you're home. Finally.

Something's wrong. Is Bram with you? Is he...

Bram is fine. Bram is here.

- Kaden, too. - Then what?

Slyrak is dead. Slyrak failed.

I see you've abandoned subtlety.

The Father of Fire failed. You are alone.

You betrayed or abandoned anyone who might have come to your aid,

the godling, the elves.

I am all you have left in the world.

Surrender the dragon souls,

and when I remake reality, I will leave you a gift, your child,

safe with you here, untouched in this oasis you've created.

Immortal Filomena.

This is my bond, my renegotiation.

You offer all revised terms per the original Shopkeeper's coven?

- Inviolable. - You guarantee...

the child will be my Filomena, as I remember her.

She'll be mine in every way.

Filomena will love you in the next life

as she loved you in this one.

She'll be healthy, free of the rot that claimed her?

I promise, an eternity of flowers.

What would you not do to feel her hand...

in your own again?

I love you. I won't worship you.

Nothing.

There is nothing I would not.

Then we have a bargain?

My daughter, so willful.

And she had a good heart, and she was wise.

Filomena would never accept a world made by you.

She would never accept a horror created in her name.

There will be no bargain.

So be it.

So be it.

Mirana can't send an army to the Broken Peaks,

but she can send us.

The Sage. His tower.

Hmm. It's to be revenge, then.

No. He has something quite valuable that does not belong to him.

The demon who laid waste to the Nightsilver Woods wants it badly.

An army of dragons is coming for it. While they kill each other...

We take it back.

That would be unwise.

And quite unnecessary. I'm here to propose an alliance.

You lied to us. You betrayed us. You used Fymryn...

I told you the truth.

The parts that suited you.

Who is this guy?

- The Devil of the Moon. - He has a lovely voice.

We know the dragon souls are in your possession.

Release them, and our business is concluded.

You will be allowed to leave unharmed.

Congratulations on your apotheosis, Majesty,

but you understand not one-thousandth of your power.

I advise humility.

The dragons who concerned you are ash,

yet Terrorblade remains, more powerful than ever.

He commands three dragon souls

and will not rest until he claims all eight.

Individually, they are vulnerable.

Together, with me, they are safer, but they are far from safe.

Well, if you're so powerful, what possible need could you have of us?

Terrorblade is a patient and relentless enemy.

I survived only through extreme means he failed to consider.

He will not repeat his error.

So, I do have need of you, Majesty.

I need a god to take the fight to Foulfell.

Once there, I will destroy Terrorblade myself.

I have to go. I have to see.

You have to be who you are.

Perhaps, she's learned.

She cannot be other than what she is.

You knew this would happen, didn't you?

I calculated a high probability of these events, yes.

There are, however, aspects I did not foresee.

- Aspects? - How I would feel.

That always surprises me, too.

You came to me with the prophecy. I made you a promise.

I anticipate both will be fulfilled, goddess.

Our goddess waits for you.

Selemene's moonlight shines through me, luminous and pure.

My soul is sealed in her servitude.

Welcome, little Coedwen.

Child of the Moon.

Don't just stand there acting like you have our best interests in mind.

You were working with Terrorblade. You had to be.

Nothing is stopping you from doing it again.

For all we know, that's why you're here.

Your accusations are accurate, and you are justified in your concerns.

I'm a little more than concerned.

Your reservations do not change the reality of the circumstances

or the necessity of Her Majesty's choice.

- We'd have to be crazy to do this. - I agree.

I guess that's it, then. Thanks for coming.

Now, about the souls.

I said, I agree. I will help you.

There are arrangements I must make.

I will return tomorrow at dawn.

Is it just as you imagined?

No, it's like a memory, but a memory of a dream.

It was brighter. There was music.

It was like home before the war, I mean.

There is no war here, no death, no suffering.

Those events were regrettable, but they are behind us now.

Forgive me, Goddess. I can't just pretend they never happened.

Do you love me?

I came to you with a purpose. We can unite our people together.

Speak the words.

Do you love me?

Goddess? Something is...

You will remember none of this, little Coedwen.

You will remember only renewed, intense love for me.

No!

No.

He sent you to me. You lied to me.

I believed there could be good in you. I didn't want him to be right.

Enough.

The spark. It's mine.

You will not take it from me.

No!

No!

No!

It's mine. Please, it's mine.

You must think me mad.

I have no reason to trust him.

Nor reason to believe this is anything more than another ruse

that ends in bloodshed and tragedy.

But I also believe we have no options.

None of this is as I thought it would be.

The Imperium, Selemene, Davion.

Gods, I miss you.

I figured you'd be here.

She was always a better listener than me.

You're an excellent listener.

- I'm the worst. - True.

I know you don't approve.

- I wish I could explain it to you, but... - You don't have to.

If you think this is the right thing, this is the right thing.

I was hoping you were about to tell me how wrong I am.

- Are you? - I don't know.

Then there isn't anything I need to say.

I trust your doubt more than I trust anybody else's certainty.

You don't have to be here for this.

But I do, Majesty. He's going to prove himself a liar.

When he does, I intend to collect his head.

The hour has come.

Not quite. Two things, if you want help, we need something from you.

The five dragon souls. Impossible.

The container is mystically bound to me.

Were I to leave this plane without them, containment would end.

They would be released, vulnerable.

You're the genius. Figure it out.

Which brings me to the second thing. I'm going with you.

Preposterous.

This isn't an argument. The boy's going. We're all going.

We all owe the bastard something.

Those are my terms.

There is a way. You have contained one dragon soul.

You may be able to contain more, at least for a time.

The dragon souls, the Element of Air,

the Four Fundamental Forces.

The Pillars of Creation, I know.

When this is over, this is over. The souls will be released.

The souls will be released and the natural order restored.

Do what you have to do.

The Forge channels the dragons' power.

When it is done, their souls will reside within you.

So long as you survive.

There will be some pain.

My time has passed. The spark has returned to you.

Soon, my life will slip into the void...

forgotten.

It's not too late.

We can appear to them together, heal the rift.

I did what I could to heal what had been broken,

to shelter the lost, and bring light to the shadows.

But that's not what you did at all. You broke everything.

There was a rot in you, around you, a madness.

The wisdom of a god would seem a kind of madness to the powerless.

You were mad once, too, and you will be mad again.

Praise the Moon of Mene.