As dawn broke the atmosphere in the castle was one of a phyric victory. The Brystkel and Luchper had been beaten back, but about forty guardsmen had died, as well as four Inquisitors, nearly half of the Inquisition. The mystery benefactors had vanished completely. The name of the Cladenhons had been soiled, and in all probability they were to be exiled. And worst of all a power vaccuum resided in Raerrith's wake. Whoever took it would have near control of the kingdom. Many ambitious nobles were eyeing up the post, as well as various commanders of the guard. The road ahead was long and rocky, but would have to be traversed. Who could say what would happen next in Turshire after the Inquisition's Fall From Grace?
