Nereel was enraged the sky above him was like fire in the dreamscape, but Nuria was unafraid.
The long dead general of Warmonger raged at her, "Nuria, you who could have conquered all of these Glacial Wastes.
I have seen the spirit of Pelonious crushed. Is this just a dream? My dreams of yours?"
“I can sense the spirit has left the bloodlines…the hopes of the Elemental Holy Wars now lie dormant once again. Now a commoner, of common blood, bears the Ice General’s Sigil. She does not have his IceHeart or his Ice-Worms, but she bears something Pelonious could never utilize. Her heart breaks, and with its pain she will call down a frost storm…a frost storm for the ages…”
Then there was a loud clash, and the door to Nuria’s home swung inward and with it blew in the blizzard and snow.
Myka Dumbarski the driver who had traveled with her to Jemison Post, stumbled in. His stomach bloodied by claw marks. The cuts were pouring blood as he stumbled into the room.
It had been a long long time since Nuria had seen Myka, and the Immutable was turning pale quickly.
She leapt from her bed and tried to lift up the wounded driver. She remembered the comfort he had given her when they had traveled across the snowy wastes. Since then she had almost forgotten about him, a footnote, if anything in her life. She knew he was working the Copper Mine as one of two drivers moving ore shipments, but the distance between mine owner and simple driver seemed a gulf in this moment.
Then she remembered his kind words defending her to Alphine and the Banking Guilders. He had stood up for her. And she had forgotten him…
Nuria saw the wound and tried to staunch the bleeding. Most of the healing techniques she could utilize wouldn’t work on an Immutable.
He leaned in and whispered, “There was an attack at the Mine. They stole the sacrophagus that Pelonious had been stored in and killed a bunch of guards. I came as quick as I could. The storm is cutting off all radio chatter, so I couldn’t just call. It was some big bestial, you know one of those half-sylvan, half-kias monsters. With the big claws. But this one had a big blue mohawk. I knew…you would want…to know…”
Nuria watched the blood from him pool around her. She was reminded of the symbol of Warmonger…and the question that Nereel Pyreen had asked her.