Epilogue

Broch, now a mighty Titan, returns to Zadara in Sigil. As they hold each other's hand, they look toward a portal that will bring them to Limbo, the constantly changing plane of endless possibilities. There the greatest smith of the Multiverse shall forge his true masterpiece. A Brave New World.

Surrounded by the Heroes of Legend, the triton takes his place among such as Hercules, Perseus, and Prometheus. On the highest peak of Mount Olympus, where the gods reside, the mighty Zadas drinks deep of the ambrosia, and enjoys the accolades of the adoring crowds. Yet his gaze already looks to the horizon, to the sea, and to more adventures.

One hand on the Tree of Life, Yincan whispers soft words of thanks to Daedrie, the shifter shaman that gave them strength during their final battle. But now it's time to return the favour. Lolth has gained even more power on Tyrrah, and the future looks bleak for this world. But the elven druid will be there, ready to shepherd the people of Tyrrah toward a new dream of hope.

The hunt is never over for a Mercykiller. Surveying the dark wasteland, Alexander marvels at the colossal black monolith cleaving the sky. A dark elven city on Tyrrah, a world doomed to suffer under the power of Lolth, Goddess of Death. One god is defeated, but another has now taken his place. One with limitless resources on this world. Alexander grins. A worthy challenge.

The dark elf looks upon the massive gates of R'lyeh. The god-slayer sword tied to his back hums with barely contained power. Consuming a god's soul will take centuries, maybe ages. Blackrazor is satisfied. The doors open to welcome Tarlyn, as he steps forward. He's tired of fighting, tired of gods and their struggles, tired of deals and pacts. What he seeks is solitude. Knowledge. And time. One more step forward, then the doors close behind him.

THE END