In Valyria, Andrew steps into the heart of a dying volcano, guided by Nyra's chants. Ashmourne pulses with power. Flames spiral around him but do not burn. Instead, they etch symbols into his flesh—ancient glyphs of dominion.
When he emerges, his eyes blaze like twin suns. Vharaxes kneels. Ashmourne now breathes with him.
The last of his humanity flickers.