Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 27]

Before his and his entourage's eyes, the walls of Vale reformed themselves and were rebuilt anew, now a mix of solid stone and gleaming Ironwood, the metal shining in the sun like silver fire.

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I relied on Crocea Mors to keep me upright, leaning more of my weight on the sword that had changed a hundred times since this all began, and yet was somehow still the weapon I'd started all this with.

—Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 27]