Dawn broke, but no sun pierced the sky.
Only ash.
The plains of Ravendel, once golden with wheat, now wore a veil of grey — a battlefield reborn.
Jayden stood at the front.
Behind him: a thousand soldiers, six deadly factions, and ghosts with names.
Names like Maggy. Names like Mira. Names he carried like scars.
Ahead of him: the Forgotten Kingdom.
And the man without a face — The Forgotten King.
He raised his hand, and the wind screamed.
> "Remember your pain!" Jayden shouted, voice cracking through the silence. "Because today, we give it back!"
The charge began.
And hell opened its gates.
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Elira moved like lightning — one step ahead of the carnage.
Her sword, once clean, now hummed with the voices of the past.
The Sisterhood of Thorns cut through the enemy like dancers.
Tielen vanished into shadows, reappearing only to slit throats.
Linet led her elite guards straight into the king's cavalry — laughing with wild madness.
And Jeff? He ignited the enemy's oil trench.
Flames turned morning into dusk.
> "Burn it all!" he yelled.
Because fire doesn't care who it takes — only that it ends everything.
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No one expected it.
Not Jayden. Not Elira.
But in the middle of the field, when Jayden fell — pierced by a royal knight's poisoned blade — a scream cut through the chaos.
Maggy.
Hair tangled, eyes fierce, a blade in one hand and a torch in the other.
She charged, cleaving down knights like they were straw.
> "Did you really think I'd let you die without answering my letter?" she roared.
Jayden, coughing blood, smiled.
> "You're late."
> "I had to choose my dress."
She grabbed his hand, dragging him toward cover.
They had no time.
The Forgotten King was coming.
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Jayden stood again — barely.
The poison burned. His left arm was numb. His heart — heavy.
The Forgotten King appeared, walking as if he owned the wind.
No army. No words.
Just a sword blacker than night, named Silence.
Jayden faced him with Inheritance — a blade made from the shattered past of every ancestor betrayed.
They clashed.
Once.
Twice.
A hundred times in a blink.
Jayden bled.
So did the king.
But blood doesn't win wars — memory does.
Jayden whispered the names of the fallen with every strike.
> "Maggy."
> "Mira."
> "My father. My city. Myself."
And finally, he drove Inheritance through the Forgotten King's heart.
But the king only smiled.
> "I am... your future."
And crumbled into dust.
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In the final moment, Elira had the power to claim the throne.
The Sisterhood chanted her name.
The nobles knelt.
Jayden looked at her, silent.
Waiting.
And she said only one thing.
> "Let the crown burn."
She turned.
Walked toward Jayden.
Took his hand.
And in that moment, the world shifted.
Not because a kingdom rose.
But because a woman chose not to rule it.
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Mira found Jayden by the edge of the battlefield.
He was staring at the broken crown.
She kissed his cheek.
> "You did it."
> "No," he whispered. "We did."
> "What now?"
Jayden smiled — tired, soft.
> "We forget. We forgive. And maybe… we finally live."
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Jayden wrote a final letter that night.
Not to Maggy.
Not to Elira.
To himself.
> "If you ever forget who you are — remember this:
> You were loved.
> You were feared.
> You were broken.
> But above all — you survived."
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