Epilogue

The townsfolk of Crux gathers to the construction site, some bring wood, others have tools, others food and drinks. "It's a good hammer. It will do the job." The half-orc hits one more wooden pole on the head, the Hammer of the God of Thunder cracking with power. Ashinn laughs, holding their child in her arms. 

In her moonlit realm, the goddess Xeridani slowly recovers her power. It will take centuries, maybe millenias, but she has all the time in the Multiverse. From up above, the souls of her followers are like falling stars, becoming one with their goddess. The brightest star falls gently in the palm of her hand. "Welcome home, my friend" she whispers, as she holds the star near to her heart.

He walks the halls of the Shattered Temple, not as a servant, but as the Master. Factol Serghor of the Athar surveys Sigil from up high, braziers alight on the balcony to dispel the night's darkness. A form of silver and amber, her head crowned with blades, floats to him, meets his gaze. The Factol holds the Key in his hand. Then something happens that never happened before. She speaks. "Use it wisely"

 

We're losing her... We're losing her... Hang in there, you can do this! Smell of rust, cold steel. Blinding lights. She opens her eyes. God, the light burns! She's alive... Pain everywhere. Are you... are you Meghera? Strangers, holding her down. Yes...