A 100 years after the final events in Lore of Sanctum, we discover what happens to Tristan and Alusin in EURUE: The Forgotten World.
KNEELING in the mud with tears streaking over bloodied cheeks, ignoring the body behind him, Tristan understood how it felt to finally lose hope.
What life was there without Caballa? Killing her murderer would not bring her back.
Pushing himself to his feet, he swayed drunkenly. He had no more to give. Throwing his head back, he screamed his grief.
He tossed Halon’s blade into the water. As it splashed in, other swords were revealed. Many. By all gods, how many had died in this place?
Tristan then convulsively fiddled at his waist.
When he had his sword belt loose, he gripped the whole, drew his arm back and threw it with all his might into the lake, screaming again. It splashed briefly as it landed and wallowed there in mute accusation, the depth too shallow for it to disappear.
For a long time Tristan stared at it, his blood dripping into his soaked tunic.
Finally he turned away, uncaring. He strode into the trees. Fuck everything. No one would ever again mistake him for Torrullin, his illustrious grandfather, not with the new scars he now wore upon his face.
For those he would never seek healing.
FROM beyond the shallow body of water a man stepped to the lapping edge. White hair lifted in the breeze and dark blue eyes tracked the form vanishing into the trees.
He sighed and waded into the water to retrieve the discarded sword and scabbard. Holding it, he wrapped the belt around it, and then unhurriedly set off after.
The forging of Tristan Skyler Valla was over.
It was time to introduce him to a different future.
The Lake of Swords vanished.
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The universe is populated and many worlds are far-flung, forgotten. Until the day Gabryl, a man both alive and dead, his body reposing in a sarcophagus, his spirit roaming as a shifting being, bellows a call to arms. Eurue, as world and civilisation, after ages of isolation, will now step into the ultimate arena.
Tristan and Alusin of the Kaval hasten to answer the summons to where tentacled miasmas are consuming people body and soul. Savier, as Keeper of the sarcophagus, sheds light on an ancient legend. Tianoman, Vallorin of the Valleur, brings the Valleur host to Eurue, and Emperor Teighlar of Grinwallin pledges his army.
But how does one fight miasma?
Who is the true enemy?
Meanwhile, as the spaces become frantic, a woman in a turret somewhere, elsewhere, plans her revenge. The schism between what went before and the reality of the present presents to her the power to control the fate of all.
Who will stop her?