While the future wives departed back to their chambers, one shadow remained behind in the garden.
High above, hidden among the moonlit arches of the palace spires, an unseen presence whispered to itself.
"Voidrender… the cursed blade of endless night... so the heir really does possess it."
The wind stirred unnaturally, rustling the roses.
A raven took flight, vanishing into the dark.
And deep beneath the throne of Faeloria… something ancient began to awaken.