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Kiria
Firian hadn’t woken up. Three days had passed since Belik’s death. Every day, Kiria and Bard called to him in the Unreal, but they were running out of time. What else could they do?
Even though the Sentry had finally been found and dismissed, Firian hadn’t shown himself. None of the Tanyu understood the Second Level well enough to explain what was happening. Maybe the First Level was nothing but pain. Maybe he was trapped. Maybe he didn’t want to wake up.
Bard had taken a break to rest, leaving Kiria and her guards alone with Firian. She had much to do to reestablish the Kingdom under her protection—new coronations to prepare for, judgments to pass on traitors, alliances to make and dissolve, building restoration projects to oversee… Yet here she was, with every spare minute,
