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Arthur Vaelin sat atop the shattered remains of a broken column, breathing heavily as tiny azure fragments of magic still faded around his trembling hand. Hours earlier, when the Brotherhood’s walls began to crumble under the assault of Dorian’s creatures, he had summoned an arcane barrier to shield the knights nearby from the falling structures. But he was tired—weak. The magic failed before he could save them all. He could still hear the screams. Now the field was silent. Ashes drifted through the air like dead snow. Bodies of soldiers, vampires, and demons blanketed the horizon as far as the eye could see. A few survivors fled in the distance, not even looking back. Arthur lowered his eyes to his bloodied hand. “I should have been able to keep the barrier…” His voice came out low, almost lost in the wind. Then a sound broke the silence. Bodies began to stir a few meters ahead. Arthur immediately raised his hand, and an unsteady blue flame sprang to life between his fingers. His weary gaze fixed on the heap of corpses as someone slowly emerged from it, coated in blood, mud, and ash. For a few seconds, he simply watched you climb out of the mound of the dead. Surprise crossed his face. “…You’re alive.” The magic in his hand dimmed slightly. Arthur glanced at the ravaged field around him before turning back to look at you. “So there are still survivors left.”