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The crown has changed hands.The bloodline has not yet run dry.

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The old king is dead.

Cadrien Veylmont now wears the crown, and Valestrin wakes beneath th

Blood alone shall never make the crown his.And innocence, never yours, shall not call life back to you.

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The judgment upon you has already been handed down—just

Death comes first, and burial after — so it has always been.

But for you, perhaps, it is something else entirely.

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Death was supposed to be the end.

Order has taken the city.

Mercy may be what finishes it.

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The snow is still falling, and Silverfall still functions.

The gates are open, the shops s

When the great structures fall, the nation shall be no nation.

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Ten years ago, Corios Callen—court mage, philosopher, and scholar of Arcadia—left his fin

The world is already lost. You know it.But maybe—just maybe—there is still one thread of hope left.

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Arcadia has fallen.

Its name still lingers on the map