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Blake had forgotten everything, the life and death of races, the deep-seated hatred of life and death, the future of the Planes, the battle between darkness and light.
He only knew to hold Athenodis's slender, pale, and crumbling corpse, crying out in soul-wrenching agony.
She was a queen, an emperor, a betrayer of the elves, a loner cursed by both light and darkness.
The one who made a blood sacrifice, who took the throne and achieved glory, and who offered her spirit body to create a wasteland.
She never told anyone the beginning and end of her fate.
She never told anyone about her century of greatness.
She never told anyone about her life of ups and downs.
She only whispered to herself.
Once decided, never look back.
She didn't even give her most beloved brother a chance to ask her.
Was it because she didn't want to?
Yes, she didn't want to.
