Instead, he did what his father never taught him. He knelt.
Alric adjusted his helm. Inside, a tiny blue flame flickered—the last ember of the Mighty Flame, the source of his power. “The first Mighty Knight sealed the Lich-Queen here a hundred years ago. The seal is failing. If I don’t…” He hefted his lance, Sunreaver , which glowed with the heat of a dying star. “Then the story ends.” mighty knight 2
That knight was his father.
The Choice of Silence.
“I am not my father,” Alric said, and he plunged Sunreaver not into the mirror, but into his own cracked breastplate. Instead, he did what his father never taught him
Alric’s grip tightened. “You’re not my father. You’re the Lich-Queen’s whisper.” Inside, a tiny blue flame flickered—the last ember
When the light faded, the mirror was gone. The bone-trees crumbled to harmless dust. The Lich-Queen’s scream echoed once, then vanished.