It was on a rainy day two years later that Jest found young Anvil in the same underground hall, gazing at the same ominous mirror with bleak eyes.
Beyond this dark and silent chamber, the young man was the valiant knight and hero of humanity, Sir Anvil of Valor — a warrior whose bravery was beyond reproach, whose feats boggled the mind, and whose voice carried weight no matter whom he spoke to.
For all intents and purposes, he was the ruler of Bastion and the leader of perhaps the most influential Legacy Clan in the world.
But here, he was just a boy in his early twenties… a boy who was now an orphan.
There was no real proof and no bodies for them to bury, but enough time had passed so that no one could deny it anymore.
His father, Warden of Valor, was dead. He had perished while trying to conquer the Third Nightmare.
And Jest was now a widower, as well.