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The thundering of a host from Amari.

Lapwolf's claw steeped in boiling salt water. The bonding of Amari with a host.

Eye of Nira set aflame in the dust of the moor.

Here we are. Eye of Nira.

Now we have everything we need, except the full moon.

The spellbook. The armour. The only person who would have those things would

a follower of Lord Montfort. I will be Nimaari.

Come on.

This is my last chance.

The rye insists you eat before the ceremony.

Crumbling cake.

My ma's recipe.

She baked the finest cakes in ortholaxia, so she did.

Even now, when I'm smelling one, I'm six years old again.

Funny how smells can do that.

Nerith be with you.

And you.

The rye wants you dressed and ready.

Come now.

Try again.

It takes a while for the spirit to fully bond.

You know, it's not as easy as how they make it look.

Nothing ever is, my friend.

Do you think they made the right choice?

Amari, I mean.

Choosing me.

Talon.

I've seen many Maori rise and where you stood, hoping just like you that the

spirit would choose them.

I stood there myself.

To me, it's a great honour, a greatest honour.

But why not Aileen?

Or you?

Your accomplishments are far greater than mine.

I've studied the Maori for many years.

And though they're still a bit of a mystery to me, I've never known them to

choose poorly.

Remember when Master Onari talked about your experience of ancient times?

Travelled hundreds of miles to find the right host.

They choose for a reason.

Now, try again.

Now death still rises.

This time.

And if I refuse?

You can't kill me.

Without Aretha, the spirit could just fly away.

Guards!

Our deal was concluded.

You were paid fairly. And yet my guards find you scaling the west wall.

All right. I'm sure you'll find some more guards.

You don't need him.

He's no one to me.

But... I suspect...

that you'll cooperate with our little ceremony if the alternative is his

untimely passing.

Shall we?

Tear of the god Nadea, I revere your name.

Nadea, lord of the underworld, I beseech thee, release the Mari.

Why did you have to come back? I had a plan.

You're going nowhere.

Thomas Featherwell Rye, the last heir of the Twelve Families, command you!

Sol and Tansy are out there starting a rebellion because of you.

What do you want?

I think it's made its decision.

You just need to make yours.

No.

No!

What did you do?

Why didn't it work?

That was the honey belt we cut.

Not Eye of Nirith. Your incense doesn't work.

You didn't trust me.

Even then... Trust you?

My ma left me.

Die.

He gave me up to the Kanath.

Hunter sold me out.

Why would I trust you?

Even Khan lied about who he was.

Then you leave me no choice.

Free.

Ah! Ah!

Have you seen that?

I want to explain.

Wren, I need to explain.

No need. I understand.

A tree is a tree.

Wren!

Wren.

Quinn.

Thank you, Ren.

Quinn lived in Helgoth.

He was just a boy when the Kanath came.

His ma sacrificed herself so he could escape.

Survive.

She was holding that when she died.

Boy Ran spent his whole life searching for answers.

And the archivist had those answers, but they came at a price.

Aretha.

The price was that I lost Liana.

Another village burnt.

And a friend betrayed.

Why did you come back?

To undo a mistake.

And to help you find Bane. And this I promise. I promise, Ren.

I'm so sorry, Ren.

Very So we thought again

I'm Quinn of Helga

I'm

Ren last of the new Mari

Erin. Erin,

where have you been?

Bye. Bye.

You know, it's fine.