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Quite the sight, Glimmer Lake.
 

Something once fought for and held proudly by those of Aetius. But, as Caethir marches does the sorcerer's haven find their forces elsewhere. Blood that trickles into salted waters never makes it so far east. So, as the day comes, no soldiers appear. Caethir claims the lake for themselves and strike their flag to soil.

 
There is no contest, it is a night for celebration.
 

 

And as the moon rises in a quiet night do the clouds fall. The sky too is silent, the heavens having abandoned the knights. Many take it as nothing but a shift in the skies. But is it more?