Emperor Edge

Skye appeared followed by Scotch and Rave.

"Edge," Skye said, coming up behind him. "We have two mortally wounded. A dozen more have been taken to Avak. Where is the emperor?"

Edge turned to face them. "Jagg is no more."

"He's dead?" Rave pressed, searching the wreckage that'd once been the throne room. Most of the statues were only missing a chunk of rock here and there, but the statue of the woman with the bird-like wings was miraculously unscathed. She stared down at me kindly and I wondered if her statue was made of a stronger stone than the rest of the castle, or if it was protected by magic.

"He's gone," Edge clarified.

"So he isn't dead?" Her expression alternated between confusion and worry.

Edge shook his head. "No more questions, Skye. Not now." He spoke with finality.

Skye bowed her head. "Yes, Liege."

Amber burst through the rubble and immediately began organizing clean-up crews. Within minutes, dozens of gargoyles began clearing away the rocks and debris. At that pace