Sublime

The Arelius clan, in the ruins of their ancestral home, is still in mourning over the loss of their Monarch. Their

merlon,

seams, but not in danger of bursting. “Unfortunately, there's nothing we can do for her,” Eithan said, and Jai Long's twisted face began to fall behind his mask. “...but fortunately, there's also no need. She will survive this. And her core will be filled with quite unique madra, so that's a treat. You were quite lucky that Lindon and I were here,