The War for The North [59]
Chapter 172: The Midnight Sun and the Testament of the One to be Forgotten
Cassian was gliding alone among the clouds in the sky.
He cast one last look down at the lands of the North, buried in darkness.
The feeble fires in the refugee camps, the torches on the ramparts, and thousands of lives struggling with sickness... They were all small, flickering lights waiting for their fate in the palms of his hands.
He slowly raised his head. The sky was adorned with bright stars. And right above him, his old friend, the Moon, looked down at him like a silvery eye. His only friend who was silent, non-judgmental, and always there.
"Watch me," Cassian whispered, his voice lost in the wind. "This might be our last dance."
He took a deep breath. The cold air filling his lungs was about to give way to pure power.
"Sovereign Form."
