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SHE SURFACES AGAIN. Faceless. Nameless. A gaping void where her features ought to be. Wreathed in flame, making inhuman grunting sounds, trying to speak through a mouth she no longer possesses. But what is she trying to say? I want to ask her. Help her, if I can. But the flames engulf me before I can utter a word. Searing Alesh from bone. I wake with a gasp.

He's the most bewildering person I've ever met. Scarcely a word since we met, save for jibes, then two emotional outpourings in the past few moonsrisings. He's talking to me as though we're friends instead of enemies, yet I know he can't stand the sight of me. He thinks I'm a... What was the word he used? An abomination. - about Blayze

My thoughts drift, and before I can stop myself, I'm imagining being bundled under that cloak with Blayze, gathered in the circle of his strong arms, cradled close against his sculpted chest. Feeling the beat of his heart, inhaling his earthy scent of musk, amber and dreamroot. Right now, I'd give anything to feel a breath of warmth on my pebbled skin. Even being enfolded in the arms of Blayze star-damned Arcuri.

Finding the Starlight Staff, finding it quickly, it's the only thing that matters. And not because it could save my mother's life and earn me my father's forgiveness. I've been approaching this all wrong. Only thinking of myself, about how this quest could benefit me. But it's so much bigger than that. The realms are broken; this is a chance to do more than repair rotting threads. We can weave our world anew

If only my mother never left the safety of the Crystal City for the Asteum. If only she hadn't needed to find answers about her cursed child when my powers started to manifest. If only shed never caught the fever on that fateful journey. If only she'd rested during her convalescence, instead of tending to her fretful daughter.
Perhaps then, the fever wouldn't have taken such a devastating hold.

We were raised to hate the Outrealmers, to blame them for the Sickening and the Plunderings. To blame them for everything.
Astrophel has more reason than most to cling to that hatred. But meeting the other members of the Quaternity, getting to know them, complicates things. At least for me. The moment the enemy races acquired names and faces, they became people.

Two magi will rise. One of fire and one of stardust. One fated to destroy the world; the other to save it?
And then a name.
You, Leilani Stellarion, last of the Starborn Seers, are fated to purge the Sickening and save the realms. You are Arcelia's last chance.

Aside from a cold first greeting, when the King announced the date of our binding, I've scarcely seen Leilani. She's avoided me at every turn. And truth told, I've kept my distance too. This binding is not what either of us would have chosen. - Astrophel

Allow me to search for the book. Allow me the chance to purge myself. I-I wish to make amends."
His face darkens. 'I told your mother not to fill your head with this nonsense. The book is lost, the rumours it contains a means to revoke the brand, a fiction, like so many of those ancient tales she cleaves to. There is no way to cleanse you. If there was, don't you think I would have found it?'