Wings of Hope

The time for our final fight is upon us…but how does one prepare to go against Heaven itself?

My father tried to kill me.
Yet in the same moment the blade met my throat, the rot beneath Alfemir’s carefully constructed front was laid bare for all to see.

With Alfemir liberated, the upper triads’ silent, watchful gaze now lingers over every spark of hope we’ve dared to ignite. It’s only a matter of time until history repeats itself—they will come to snuff out our rebellion.
Still, the stars hang heavier with each passing night as we race to uncover the rune that might keep me alive upon their descent. But if we make one mistake in crafting it, they’ll destroy me and the world alongside it.
Despite the steady strength, soft touches, and love from the five souls I’ve claimed as mine, the weight of all we’re up against is becoming too much to bear. Somehow the more I love, and feel their love in return, the heavier my place in the prophecy becomes.

It said I would be the world’s hope, or its demise, and that only I could decide.
Well, I have: I’ll burn the heavens themselves before I let them take away our home and those I love.