Epilogue
Yvayne inhaled deeply, the sun-warmed dirt and drying leaves of the devastated conclave filling her nostrils. But something else caught on the air. A liveliness, sharp. Pure oxygen in early spring. She followed the trail a few steps farther, her feet taking her southwest, toward Linolynn and the scent dredged up from the recesses of her memory.
The druid smiled. So Iellieth had done it, reawakened the champion of air. Thousands of years prior, in his lifetime before, she’d seen the elf’s mischievous smile from afar. Marcon had been farther away on the battlefield, beyond her sight. In those last few weeks, leading up to the end of their age, so much had gone wrong. Perhaps this time, their efforts might be enough. Perhaps they could prevail.
“Do you believe that Lucien is worki
