Role

Chapter 21

Andira pleaded with Azhelak to come to her. He was badly hurt and she could sense it. But Azhelak knew what
was behind him and understood that would be impossible. He was battered, near death, but so was the Lich.
Just as Lich began to gain the upperhand, Azhelak called out to the wilds and a noble wolf arrived, allowing
the distraction that Azhelak needs. He drove the Spear of Purity reforged into the chest of the Lich and
just as that, Draclivis died without a sound. His form turning to ash as though the Ages he'd defied the
Cycle had never been.

Azhelak looked to the sky and gave a deafening warcry. One he hoped would reach his Ancestors. And then just
as quickly as it began, it as over. The cold air lifted from the Refuge and from Azhelak's soul. Lifting the
spear above his head, his spirit filled with pride and hope, he had freed his people.

Limping to the Prosimy, he collapsed into the arms of Andira. And for the first time in his life he slept a
full night without waking at the sound of wind or snapping branch. He has cast aside the last of the chains
of his slavery.

He has won.