Chapter VI: Path of the Chosen

The forge is fading at my back. The gates are closing as I pass. Grimbane burns within my hand And draws me farther through the black. The dead stand watching from the walls. Their final warnings have been spoken. I carry what they could not end. I bear the oath they left unbroken. Steele remembers and it knows. Where Grimbane points, the bearer goes. No road behind, no dawn in sight. Grimbane burns with runic light. The dead stand silent as I pass. The gates unlock. The die is cast. As time seems frozen I walk the Path of the Chosen! A bridge of stone above the deep. The mountain stirs but does not speak. The runes ignite before my stride. The fallen gather at my side. Far in the dark, two embers wake. Grimbane turns cold within my hand. It does not ask if I am brave. It only pulls me toward the end. Steele remembers and it knows. Where Grimbane points, the bearer goes. No road behind, no dawn in sight. Grimbane burns with runic light. The dead stand silent as I pass. The gates unlock. The die is cast. As time seems frozen I walk the Path of the Chosen! I was not chosen to be saved. No song was promised at the end. The blade demands a hand to wield... And I have given mine. Forward! Grimbane burns with runic light. I bear their names into the dark. The oath has left its final mark. As time seems frozen I walk the Path of the Chosen! The Path of the Chosen!