[Image: A frost-crusted ravine under a blood-streaked dawn, gold and gray swirling through thick mystical fog. Tobal’s scarred face twists in fury under a torn blue militia coat, medallion blazing gold in his blood-soaked grip. Fiona’s sky blue gown hangs ragged on her lean frame, chestnut hair matted, golden threads flaring wild. Rafe’s wiry frame coils in a shredded cloak of faded green and gray, knife dripping, grin feral. Becca’s red hair blazes under a tattered cloak of deep brown and russet, eyes wild with rage. Lucus slumps broad in a gray leather vest, axe fallen, blood pooling from a gaping wound. Carla’s slim form lies still in a dark green cloak, rune dim, face pale. Cal’s tangled brown hair sticks with sweat under a patched hood, eyes wide with horror. Valentine’s shaggy gray-brown fur mats with gore as he howls over a reptilian corpse—raw, broken, with the rift’s hum shattering the air]
Translation by Joe E. Bandel
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