When the light faded, the mirror was gone. The bone-trees crumbled to harmless dust. The Lich-Queen’s scream echoed once, then vanished.
Alric coughed, laughing weakly. “No. I’m something better. I’m the one who chooses to fight even without the fire.” mighty knight 2
Alric’s grip tightened. “You’re not my father. You’re the Lich-Queen’s whisper.” When the light faded, the mirror was gone
Alric adjusted his helm. Inside, a tiny blue flame flickered—the last ember of the Mighty Flame, the source of his power. “The first Mighty Knight sealed the Lich-Queen here a hundred years ago. The seal is failing. If I don’t…” He hefted his lance, Sunreaver , which glowed with the heat of a dying star. “Then the story ends.” Alric coughed, laughing weakly
The wind howled across the Shattered Steppe, carrying ash and the distant chime of a broken bell. Sir Alric, the Mighty Knight, stood before the Wailing Gate. His armor, once the polished silver of a dawn sky, was now scarred and dented. A thick, tar-black crack ran down the center of his breastplate—a souvenir from the first Mighty Knight’s final battle.