Nydalea held both hands together close to her chest in prayer.

  "Ancient one who shaped the first mountains, who carved the deepest valleys with your footsteps. I call to you across the veil between worlds. I am Nydalea of the Verdant Marsh, daughter of earth and claw."

  Her knees fell to ground as she looked to the sky.

  "You who lifted continents from the sea, who breathed life into stone. Witness how death mocks life, how shadow claims light. My friends fall before powers I cannot hope to match."

  She raised both arms to the sky.

  "I offer what little strength remains in me. Take my years, take my breath. I will pay any price. Grant me the power to protect what matters."

  Purple mist swirled around her as she raised her voice to a shout that echoed across the battlefield.

  "TITAN, THE EARTH FATHER—SET YOUR PEOPLE FREE!"

  But she was greeted only by silence. The purple mist continued its lazy drift. The Risen shuffled closer.

  Nothing.

  “Impressive speech. How many times is it now?” The Warden laughed. " The gods will never answer. They signed the covenant in their own blood. Divine intervention ended when mortals proved they could destroy themselves without help."

  Nydalea's fists struck the ground, again and again, until her knuckles split against the stones.

  “Why? Why does it always end like this? A hundred times I tried, never once—”

  Her voice cracked. She pressed her forehead to the dirt, shoulders shaking.

  The Warden’s voice softened.

  “There now, little kitty. All you have to do is lay down and rest. And you’ll never have to fail again. No more disappointment, only peace.”

  Nydalea's knees pressed into bloodied dirt. Her arms fell slack at her sides. Around her, the Risen closed in from every direction. Close enough now to give her the embrace she so desired. Maybe this time she wouldn’t move away.

  "Don't give up!" Clive yelled, fighting against the soul drain. "As long as you don't surrender, one day you will certainly succeed!"

  Nydalea dug her fingers deep enough to find wet soil. Then clenched, dirt grinding beneath her nails.

  "Empty words from a dying—" The Warden yanked the chain hard enough to crack ribs.

  Drumbeats thundered through the mist.

  The Warden stopped mid-word. She watched him spin around, searching for the source of the sound. In the purple haze, shapes began to form. Translucent figures stepped forward, their feet dancing to the ancient rhythm.

  “Don’t give up, little huntresses.”

  Her mother's voice. Her father beside her, both exactly as Nydalea remembered.

  "Mum? Dad? No, it can’t be…"

  "It is indeed us, Nydalea. The Warden’s tempering on our souls has weakened.”

  "I failed you." Tears streamed down Nydalea’s eyes. "I failed everyone. Couldn't save anyone. Everyone who has every helped me is dead."

  "Failed?" Her father's laugh rumbled warm despite the spectral echo. "Our daughter who survived a hundred deaths? Who keeps fighting when anyone else would have surrendered?"

  We've been watching, sweet cub." Her mother's translucent hand reached toward her."Every hunt. Every loss. Every time you got back up."

  "But I'm always too weak. I can’t beat —"

  Nydalea reached out. Her hand passed through empty air where her mother stood.

  More figures emerged from the mist, forming a circle around her.

  “It’s not your fault.”

  “You are our last hope.”

  “You can do it!”

  "Get up, little huntress." Her mother’s voice rose with the drums. "Show them what we always knew. Show the Warden the strength of the Verdant Marsh.”

  The spirits raised their voices together:

  "Bow down, bow down, our lord, Titan"

  The Warden stepped back, his gaze sweeping across the gathering spirits and then to a crack in his lantern. "Impossible. The dead serve only me!"

  But the chanting grew louder, drowning out his protests. The drumbeats shook the very air, each percussion driving the purple mist back inch by inch.

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  “Bow down, bow down, our lord, Titan”

  "BOW DOWN, BOW DOWN, OUR LORD, TITAN"

  Nydalea pushed herself up from the dirt. She looked at the spirits surrounding her—her parents, her packmates, strangers who had died defending this land—and found her voice again.

  “BOW DOWN, BOW DOWN—"

  “TITAN!”

  Nydalea screamed into the sky.

  And the earth answered.

  The ground began to crack. Steam erupted from the widening chasms, thick with the scent of mineral-rich earth.

  In the distance, she could hear metal clinked. The chains around Clive loosen as the Warden's concentration wavered. The necromancer stepped back from the expanding cracks, frantically surveying the surroundings.

  A hand erupted from the earth. Fingers as thick as ancient redwoods gripped the edges of the crack and pulled. The ground split wider, revealing an arm of granite. Soil cascaded from the gaps between stone as the figure hauled itself upward.

  Titan pulled himself free with movements that sent tremors through the Shadowfen. When he finally stood, his head extended pass the purple clouds into clean blue sky.

  His eyes found her far below.

  "Children of the Verdant Marash," His voice rumbled like an avalanche. "Weep no more, for I have heard your prayer. The earth remembers its promise."

  The Warden craned its neck back so far, it fell backwards. "Impossible. The covenant—"

  "Silence, servant of hades." Titan gazed down on the Warden. “The covenant will not bind me any longer. For too long, have I ignored my people’s plea. Now, I answer their call."

  “You are nothing more than a forgotten god. I shall offer you as a tribute to my lord.” The Warden raised its lantern. “Go forth my army.”

  The Risen surged forward as one, a flooding tide rushing toward the titan's feet. But their weapons sparked uselessly against stone that had endured millennia.

  Titan's hand descended toward the battlefield. Each finger cast shadows wide enough to swallow buildings.

  Lucia struggled upright in the sudden shade, blood still seeping between her fingers where she pressed against her shoulder wound. "Is that really?"

  The massive palm settled around them with surprising gentleness. Stone fingers curled, lifting all three mortals from the corrupted ground. Nydalea found herself cradled in a valley between two fingers, while Clive and Lucia lay in the center.

  "The Earth Father," Nydalea whispered, salt still wet on her cheeks. "He heard me. After all this time, he actually heard me."

  “I have slept for too long. You have the artist to thank for reminding me that my people still lived.

  Clive smiled even as he shifted his wounded arm. “Sometimes, all we need is a little reminder.”

  Titan's gaze swept across the battlefield where Risen still clawed at his feet like ants against a mountain.

  "Death has forgotten its place."

  He lifted one foot and brought it down.

  The impact traveled up through Titan's body into her bones. Below, the ground split open in circles, swallowing the Risen whole.

  "My people. You were once denied a burial. But rest was always your right." Titan's voice was solemn. "Not even death should steal that from you."

  “Rest? You speak of rest to those who failed in life?” The Warden's voice sounded smaller from down there, though she could see him running from the collapsing ground. “They were weak. Forgotten. Persecuted by the light. I gave them purpose beyond their pathetic mortality. Only in death is everyone equal.”

  "Then you understand nothing of either life or death." Titan stomped again.

  The ground around the Warden gave way, leaving him standing on a pillar of soil that was crumpling at the edges. It was only a matter of time until the Warden fell with it.

  But the Warden’s hook shot out, catching solid stone. It swung across the widening chasm and rolled aside as the collapsing ground chased after it.

  Up above, Nydalea stared up at clean blue sky stretching endlessly overhead. All her life, all she had ever seen was that dreaded purple mist. Now looking up at what the true sky looked like, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe.

  “The sky… It’s beautiful.”

  “The world is a beautiful place,” Clive said as he settled down beside her. “Not just the sky, but the seas as well… You should see those shades of blue and teal. And those forests teeming with life.”

  “That sounds amazing.”

  “I would love to show it to you when we’re done here.” Clive said.

  Her face went warm. She turned away, dropping her gaze to the battle below.

  “I would like that,” she whispered.

  Below, the Warden scrambled across crumbling stone, each foothold giving way the moment he found it.

  “There is no point running. The earth itself rejects you." Titan raised his massive fist and brought it down for a strike.

  The Warden stumbled backward, raising both arms as if that could stop a falling cliff.

  But before the punch could connect, lightning split the sky apart. Golden chains of divine authority rose from the ground below.

  The first chain caught Titan's wrist. His fist jerked to a stop mere yards from the Warden, stone finger struggling against the bonds.

  "So…" Titan's voice held one of quiet acceptance. "The covenant wakes at last. Even gods, it seems, cannot escape what they have written in blood."

  The chains multiplied. They coiled around his shoulders, his chest, seeking every joint and seam in his granite form. Where they touched, his stone flesh cracked.

  Fighting against time itself, Titan lowered his palm with agonizing care. Nydalea felt the ground beneath them, as he set them down. His fingers lingered a moment longer than necessary, as if memorizing the feeling of mortal lives in his grasp.

  "But know this, Servant of Hades." Even bound, even breaking, Titan's presence made the air tremble. The chains groaned as he straightened, refusing to bow. "I leave more than memory. The earth has tasted divinity again. It remembers the promise of spring, the defiance of seeds in winter soil. What sleeps can wake. What dies can be reborn."

  "No!" Nydalea screamed as she scrambled forward, reaching up toward the titan who had answered her impossible prayer. "You can't leave us! Not when we finally—please!"

  Titan's eyes found hers, and in them she saw not pity but pride.

  "Brave daughter of the marsh." His words resonated in her bones, in the ground beneath her feet, in every grain of soil for miles around. "Did you think my answer was in my coming? No, child. My answer is in my leaving. I plant myself like a seed in this wounded earth. From sacrifice comes strength. From endings, beginnings."

  The chains constricted. Titan's form began to crack, fissures spreading across his body.

  "Remember this moment," he commanded. "When the smallest prayer moved mountains. When faith proved stronger than fear. The covenant binds gods, yes—but it cannot bind hope."

  The chains pulled taut, and Titan sank back into the earth. Where he had stood, a patch of living grass remained, defying the purple corruption that pressed against its edges.

  The divine presence faded like thunder rolling into distance. The impossible weight of witnessing a god's sacrifice, of being touched by hands that had shaped mountains —it all crashed into Nydalea at once. She would have paid any price to experience it. And the price was steep.

  Her legs gave out. The world tilted sideways. She was dimly aware of falling, of Clive calling her name, of grass somehow softer than any grass should be rushing up to meet her.

  Then darkness claimed her, gentle as earth accepting seeds, and Nydalea knew nothing more.

  "The strongest roots grow from the deepest sacrifices, little cub.

  What we plant in sorrow

  blooms as hope for those who follow."

  — Hunt Mistress Lyara to her daughter, on her last hunt