The White has awoken. It is logical, perhaps, that after centuries of human Blood-blessed drinking the blood of drakes to build vast realms that drakes would want to return the favor. Yet the White builds nothing, only Spoils and destroys, warping living minds and flesh even as the flames and spears of its winged cousins and Spoiled slaves burn and kill. No longer a legend, now the White is real and many – and determined to incinerate the world of humans.
So here's hoping the vision-prophesy Clay ironically got from the White's blood can lead to a means of destroying it, and that Lizanne has similar luck behind Corvantine lines. Regardless, I think the Imperial and Corporate Age is about to come to a fiery conclusion.
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