And so, it ended. The life of Burganaa, Hallendren Returned. He watched in shock as Quintius, a trusted friend, stabbed him through the heart. No number of Breaths could heal that. As he bled out onto the cold stone floor, he laughed to himself.
He was dead. A god, slain by the hand of these imitations. Mortals. He would never see his home again, his palace, his friends. The one friend he thought he had had betrayed him, and was the reason the blood of a god soaked the floor.
But he would be avenged. There were other Returned. More Breath. More power. More gods that would walk this planet and bring it to a smoking ruin. The Forsworn would pay for what they did to him, to Dimsari, to everyone.
And he would have his vengeance.
Good game, everyone. Congratulations to the Forsworn. And thanks for finding me my new favorite series, Aman. (After Brandon's work of course)