EPILOGUE
Lodan stood alone at the top of the castle wall, staring at the land outside Sontair’s high fortifications, watching the building sites slowly break into movement in the soft golden glow of the sunrise. The forces sent from Redmondis to protect them had done their job and more, and now spent their time expanding the borders of Sontair to help find room for all its people.
His fingers rubbed the deep gouges in the stone wall that the gloomclaws had left behind, the only sign remaining of their brief time in this place. As he did so, he felt the tingle of his ghost arm, the arm that had been taken from him in the battle they had all waged against the strange dark forces that had tried to overwhelm them. That they had beaten back and defeated. Together. Wielder and soldier, crafter
