The Thorne of Destiny - Chapter 143: Newas 9

... lage. Adrian rode at the front, face set like carved stone, but his eyes glimmered with purpose. Each new follower—each remnant of the Mistshroud Sect he uncovered—was a flicker of hope, a spark that whispered the same thing again and again:

We are not dead.

The journey ahead was long, and the empire vast, but Adrian knew now that the embers were still warm. All they needed was breath—and the fire would rise again.

He glanced behind him at the small band of cultivators—so ...