Lin Feng's POV The grey wool of our father’s general cape was heavy across my shoulders, stiff with old grease, coal dust, and the dried red mud of the northern frontier. As Chen draped it over my back, the familiar weight settled against my spine, smelling faintly of tobacco, scrap iron, and the cold winter rain of the northern mines. I reached up, my calloused fingers adjusting the worn leather strap across my collarbone, feeling the rough texture of the fabric that had once protected the man who started this whole long, bloody war.We stood on the outer stone platform at the absolute edge of the celestial continent, where the polished white marble of the old gods ended and the vast, infinite ocean of black void began.To my right stood Chen, his dark scribal lenses tucked securely into his breast pocket, his right hand resting comfortably on our father’s iron stylus. To my left stood my Imoabasi, my queen, my everything. Her hand was wrapped tightly around mine, her skin glowin