Daniel looked around. Only two others remained. Naturally, they were Vermyros and Rhaenyra.
He had expected the first to make it this far, but the second surprised him a little. It seemed that girl was far stronger than she looked.
The ground beneath them was still trembling from the pulse of the First Heart when the red sky of the realm suddenly cracked open.
Black and golden light poured out from the fractures and swallowed the remains of the Phase Two battlefield. The massive bones, broken pillars, and the sea of dark flames were all dragged into a vortex and collapsed.
When everything settled, the three remaining figures were standing on a floating platform.
The platform hovered above the ruins of an ancient war. On the horizon, the shadows of enormous dragons could be seen like fading memories. Broken swords floated in the air, and the ground beneath their feet shone like cracked glass filled with molten light.
At the center of the sky, a divided flame was floating.
