Hewn from bedrock, earth, and metal, their five faces encompassed the walls around him, eyes wise, expressions stoic. The single member who sat next to him wasn’t made purely of the Forms like the others. He was human. “Until the Sanctums activated, we were never sure you would return to us, Shaded One.” King Kalvor’s countenance wore diamonds and precious metals on its forehead. “But you had hope,” Ryne said. “And hope is one of the world’s greatest weapons.” “Yes.” As with the others of his kind, Halvor’s voice rang in musical tones. “I tried to guide you when you were simply Ryne, but you were not quite ready.” “The battle at the Great Divide has not gone well.” This from Kendin, his face a mass of rocky crags. “With the vasumbrals and archdaemons to support him, our Forgers are near useless against this Kahkon.” “The Stoneguard have been the only ones able to keep them at bay.”
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