Remnants: XIV.  The Zenith of Vengeance

The dragon’s throne is gone at last, I rewrite the empire, bury the past. Frostgrace now, thearchy in ice, The God-King’s ​force still pays the price. Chaos was the mark, massacre the spark, Blood and fire lit the dark. Every scream, every falling heart, Fed the frost that veiled the start. Dark energy surged through my veins, Cold and endless, free of chains. I raised the dead from ash and bone, Ghouls and shadows now my own. Among the risen walked the one, Darius, pale where shadows run. Mind still fractured, will still mine, I sent him forth with the undead line. While Rozetria fought the rebel flame, In Estel’s land, far from her claim. My dark legion crossed the sea, Rozas burned… almost to its knee. Frostgrace rises, cold and pure! I am the queen no light can cure! Undead march beneath my hand, I will freeze the rose’s land! Then he returned, the puppet broke, Eyes no longer under my yoke. He stood before my throne of frost, Demanding truth for all he’d lost. “Why did you twist my mind and heart? Why make me tear her world apart?” I stayed silent… felt the crack, The flaw inside my perfect act. He asked once more, amid the thrill, “Answer me, ​did you know how I feel?” I lifted my gaze, cold and clear: “Because you embraced lust… and clung to fear.” I frosted him where he stood and spoke, Turned rotten flesh to deadly smoke. A frost knight now, forever bound, Silent servant under my sound. Frostgrace rises, war is near, I gather every blade and gear. Rozetria… your time is done, The ice queen comes to end the sun! No more puppets… no more games. Only frost… and final flames. The rose will wither, the empire fall, Seraphine freezes... takes them all.