***
Epilogue
A few months later, the Warden stood atop the highest tower of Urd Morlemoch, gazing into one of the stone arches. Light flickered within the arch, the spell within it showing a far-off place. The Warden watched as Ridmark of the House of the Arbanii wed Aelia of the House of the Licinii in the great hall of Castra Marcaine.
He felt no joy at the scene, of course. He had left behind such petty emotions long, long ago.
But he did feel…anticipation.
Glee, even.
Because, after so very long, his freedom was at hand. The return of the Frostborn was imminent, and they would destroy this world and everything in it.
And everyone.
But not the Warden.
His smile widened as Ridmark kissed his bride.
In that moment, the shadows of Ridmark’s future changed and altered, irrevocably shifting their course.
To a path that would, slowly and inevitably, bring him back to the walls of Urd Morlemoch.
“You see,” the Warden said to the image, “you are going to come back, Ridmark Arban. Soon. You will come back…and you are going to set me free.”
He dismissed the image and strode into his library to prepare. This world was doomed, and nothing could save it from the Frostborn.
There were other worlds.
And thanks to Ridmark, the Warden would soon rule them.
THE END
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