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Antar is in ruins.
There are bodies everywhere, dead or dying, bloody and broken, and all around lies the rubble that was once a thriving world. The palace is all but obliterated, and as Faith moves through the ruins, she sees bodies of people she knows, people she cares about...Tel, Sesh, Meroin...Maria and the children...Trillian...and worst of all, worse than all the others combined no matter how much those hurt, Max, clutching their son, barely visible under the tattered remnants of their bedroom.
The King can't defend himself. He couldn't even defend his son.
It's by far the most horrific thing she's ever seen.
She doesn't even know where to begin to mourn.
There are bodies everywhere, dead or dying, bloody and broken, and all around lies the rubble that was once a thriving world. The palace is all but obliterated, and as Faith moves through the ruins, she sees bodies of people she knows, people she cares about...Tel, Sesh, Meroin...Maria and the children...Trillian...and worst of all, worse than all the others combined no matter how much those hurt, Max, clutching their son, barely visible under the tattered remnants of their bedroom.
The King can't defend himself. He couldn't even defend his son.
It's by far the most horrific thing she's ever seen.
She doesn't even know where to begin to mourn.